Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“Because I’m
bleeding,”
I say. “I mean, it’s
disgusting.”
“Not to me, darling.” He strokes my tightly closed thighs. “Did
you forget I’m a vampire?”
“But…but you really want to…you really don’t mind…?” I can barely
get the words out, I’m still so embarrassed and incredulous that he would even
consider this.
The look in Aiden’s eyes is both hot and tender. “Very much,” he
assures me, still stroking my cheek. “Blood is power and this is the time when
a witch’s power is at its peak. I’ve been wanting to taste your blood again
from the first night I claimed you as my own.”
“But not like
this
.” I protest, still unable to believe it.
“I mean, if you want to drink from my wrist again or my neck…”
“I want to take what you’re giving so freely,” Aiden says. “You
have difficulty letting me in, which makes it impossible for me to make my bite
pleasurable for you. This way I can taste your blood without hurting you—while
giving you pleasure.” He looks into my eyes and his voice becomes stern. “I’m
through asking, Emma. Spread your thighs for me and let me in.”
The sound of his Master voice makes my knees weak and my heart
pound against my ribs. Goddess, he really wants to do this and there’s nothing
I can do to stop him! Slowly, warily, I open my thighs for him.
Aiden has kissed and tasted my pussy many times in the month I’ve
been with him but tonight it’s different. He takes his time, lapping gently at
my inner thighs first, his warm, wet tongue cleaning me as he promised. Then he
moves on to my bare pussy.
My naked pussy lips are swollen with need and my clit is already
throbbing. But I can still feel the sticky wetness welling up from within. Is
he really serious about this?
He spreads me open, revealing everything and looks at me. I have
no doubt his sharp vampire eyes can see much more clearly in the dim bedroom
than mine and I have another mini-panic attack. How can he possibly—
“Beautiful,” Aiden murmurs, looking up at me. “Always beautiful to
me, Emma darling.” Then he lowers his head and licks me gently, from bottom to
top.
When he starts, I’m still clenched tight with embarrassment but as
his warm, wet tongue slides over my sensitive clit, I moan and relax.
He’s a
vampire,
I remind myself.
He really does want to do this.
It still
seems weird but I’m rapidly losing my inhibitions. His mouth on me feels so
good, so right and the slow, tender way he laps my pussy turns my insides to
melted butter.
He seems to go on forever, licking and tasting, circling my clit
with the tip of his tongue until I moan and grasp at his thick, dark hair. His
hands on my hips urge me on, pulling me up to him, guiding me to grind against
his mouth and ride his tongue as he dips lower and presses it deep into my
pussy in long, slow strokes. I can feel the pleasure building, rising toward an
inevitable peak within me…but then, to my intense disappointment, Aiden stops.
“I don’t want you to come this way,” he murmurs, before I can ask
why he stopped. “I’m afraid an orgasm will intensify your pain.”
I’m disappointed but not surprised. In the time I’ve been with
him, Aiden has made holding off my orgasm into an art form. But he was being so
sweet and tender I thought—hoped—that this time he would just let me come. “I
guess you’re trying to build up my sexual tension again, huh?” I ask flatly.
Aiden gives a low rumble of laughter. “Not at all, darling. There
will be a time in the future when I will need you to be at your peak. But for
tonight, I simply want to make you well.”
“I was on the way to
being
well,” I point out. “I was
really,
really
close.”
“I know.” His voice has dropped and his eyes are half-lidded with
lust. “I could feel your little pussy quivering, could sense you getting ready
to come.”
“Then why didn’t you let me?” I demand.
“During orgasm your inner muscles tighten and contract—It’s your
body’s effort to draw a male’s seed deep into your womb if you’re making love,”
he murmurs. “I didn’t want that tightening to happen without something to
counteract the pain.”
“How can you possibly counteract it?” I ask, mystified. He seems
much more knowledgeable about the female body than a centuries old vampire
should. Actually, he’s more knowledgeable and interested than
any
man
should be. At least, in my limited experience.
Aiden looks at me calmly. “I’m going to come in you.”
“What?” I look at him, thoroughly confused now. “But after last
night and how angry you were, I didn’t think you were…were ever going to…”
“I’m
not
going to fuck you.” Aiden looks at me sternly.
“I’m simply going to slide my cock into your pussy and fill you with my cum.”
“But…that’s fucking,” I say, feeling my cheeks get hot. “I mean,
isn’t it?”
Aiden’s eyes glow silver in the dim bedroom. “Not quite, my
darling. Fucking is about motion—the slow grind of my body against yours as I
cover you, as I pin you down and take you.” He strokes my cheek, his eyes
lingering on my lips. “The helpless spread of your thighs as you open for me,”
he continues. “Your soft moans as I thrust deep inside you, filling you
completely, hitting bottom inside you, the head of my cock finding the mouth of
your womb with each hard, deliberate stroke.” He kisses my cheek softly,
speaking in my ear. “The rhythm of my hips as I pump into you and the answering
rhythm of yours as you rise to meet me, accepting me into your body, submitting
to me completely.
That
is fucking.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you
understand?”
My breath falls out of me in a soft, longing sigh. “Yes,” I
whisper at last. “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “Then you’ll understand that when this is
over, I’ll still consider you a virgin. And I will
not
claim your
virginity until the right time.”
“All right,” I whisper.
“Excellent.” He kisses my cheek. “Lie on your side, darling and
let me fill you with my cum.”
I do as he commands, lying back down on the bed on my side, but
I’m still confused.
“Master?” I ask softly as he gets into position behind me,
spooning my smaller body with his much larger one. “I still don’t understand.
How will, uh, coming in me, make me feel better?”
“My blood isn’t the only thing that carries healing components.”
Aiden’s breath is hot on the back of my neck. “When I flood your pussy with my
cum, it will ease the tightness caused by your orgasm.” His arm wraps around me
and his hand slides down between my thighs. “I’m going to be touching you while
I’m inside you,” he murmurs. “When you come, I will too. After that, your pain
should be gone completely.”
I’m hardly noticing the cramps anymore but I’m not about to
protest. I need his hands on me too badly, need to feel him filling me, even if
he swears we won’t really be making love.
Aiden lifts my leg, baring my pussy for him, and then I feel the
blunt head of his cock sliding over my wet slit. “Easy, darling,” he murmurs,
caressing my slick inner pussy with his shaft. “I promise I’ll go slowly.”
The long succession of ever-larger phalluses he’s fitted me with
during this month have made me more than ready to receive him. Though I moan
out loud as I feel the broad head of his cock pressing gently but inevitably
against the entrance to my pussy, it’s a sound of anticipation, not pain.
Aiden seems to understand this because he doesn’t stop. With a
slow, smooth motion, he slips the head inside me, stretching my pussy open at
last with his thick cock.
“Very good, darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “Such a good girl to
open your pussy and let my cock inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, pressing my hips back to try and capture
more of his thickness. “But could you…shouldn’t you get a little deeper into
me?”
“And why should I do that?” Aiden sounds half aroused, half
amused.
“Because,” I say, desperately trying to think of a halfway
plausible reason to get him deeper inside me. “You…you need to be right up
against me, against the end of my, uh, channel to do this right, don’t you?”
“If you mean do I need to bathe the mouth of your womb with my
seed, then yes,” he murmurs. “I do. But I won’t touch bottom inside you, Emma.
Not this time. Not tonight.”
“I understand,” I whisper in a shaking voice. Because that would
be fucking—or close enough to it that he wouldn’t consider me a virgin anymore.
But Goddess, I want more of him, want him deeper inside me, filling me up,
making me his.
“Slowly then, my darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to
touch you while I slide deeper into your pussy. Spread a little wider and let
me in.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper again. I widen my stance, lifting my leg
to give him better access to my pussy. Offering myself completely for my
master’s penetration.
“Good girl,” he whispers again. I feel him spread the lips of my
pussy and then one gentle fingertip is slipping over my swollen clit in a soft,
slow, maddening rhythm. At the same time, his thick shaft starts to move,
sliding deeper into my cunt, filling me with more of his thickness.
He’s bigger than any of the phalluses or vibrators he’s used on me
and I can feel a definite stretching sensation as he slowly enters me. But I
love it—love the feeling of being possessed by him, being claimed and owned and
filled by my master.
“Master!” I moan softly as he slips himself inside me. “Oh, Master,
please!”
“Please what, darling?” he murmurs stopping. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I bite my lips in agitation. “I just…want more of you. I
need
more.”
“Then I shall give you more.” The rhythm of his finger on my clit
speeds up and his thick cock continues its journey inward.
I’m moaning steadily now—I can’t help myself. I press back against
him, hungry for even more but Aiden stops me.
“No, darling,” he murmurs sternly. “Not so far. I’m deep enough in
you now, I think.”
I want to protest that I want him even deeper. I can feel him
inside me, stretching my inner pussy to the limit but I want more. Want to feel
the head of his cock planted firmly against the end of my channel, pressing
hard against the mouth of my womb, taking me all the way, fucking me.
But it’s clear Aiden won’t allow that to happen right now. He
holds my hips in place with one hand while with the other he continues to
stroke and tease my clit. I feel like I’m on fire from the waist down.
“Do you like this, darling?” he murmurs, his long finger sliding
over my throbbing button. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside you,
stretching you, making you mine?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan and clench my inner muscles tight around
him. “Yes, please…it feels…feels so good.”
“I can only imagine what fucking you is going to be like,” he
growls softly. “Your little cunt is so tight and hot. You fit me like a glove.”
“Can’t you show me?” I plead with him. “You don’t have to hit
bottom inside me if you don’t want. But can’t you just…just thrust a little
bit?”
“Like this, you mean?” Slowly he draws out of me until only the
head of his big cock is still inside my pussy. Then, with a deep, deliberate
thrust he enters me again, filling me almost completely, stopping just short of
pressing his cock to the mouth of my womb.
I gasp with mingled pleasure and frustration. So good, it feels so
good.
But everything inside me is crying out that it could feel better.
“Please,” I beg him. “More!”
“No more tonight,” he says sternly. “I won’t thrust in you again,
Emma. However…” Leaning down he kisses the back of my neck. “I
will
allow
you to work your pussy on my cock. If you wish.”
If I wish? Hell yes, I wish. I need more of him, want to feel him
inside me, sliding in and out of my pussy even if I’m the one doing the
thrusting. Bracing myself against the mattress, I pull gently away, feeling him
move out of me once more. Then I press back, taking him in again, filling
myself with his shaft, taking my master’s cock deep in my pussy.
“God.” Aiden’s deep voice is hoarse. “That’s right, darling—do it.
Fuck yourself on me. Fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”
His dirty words in my ears and the way he continues to finger me
as I move is driving me over the edge. I tilt my hips back and I can almost
feel him, the very tip of his cock just barely brushing against the end of my
channel. It’s forbidden, I know—but oh so sweet just the same. Am I still a
virgin now? Maybe to Aiden’s way of thinking. But I feel completely opened by
him, completely taken and claimed and it’s the sweetest feeling of my life.
“Emma,” he murmurs warningly in my ear. “I know what you’re doing.
I can feel you pressing against me.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, tilting my hips even farther back until
the head of his cock nudges firmly against the mouth of my womb. I’m being a
bad girl—a disobedient submissive. Maybe he’ll punish me with his cock—like the
girl in the movie we watched on his laptop.