"Fu ... uuuuck." Soon both of her sets of claws were on the wall, and Julias wrapped both his hands around the front of her thighs to help her balance. He wasn't just licking, he was suckling. The man had wrapped his lips around the upper half of her cunt and was pulling her clit into his mouth. Just a little suction was going a long way, and he licked and nuzzled his tongue against the piercing too. She thought she'd grind her cunt against him, but this was proving far better. The Ventrue bastard was skilled, she had no reason to move, so she simply sat there, shaking, while he kissed her cunt.
"You ... fucking ... slut." She'd been horny ever since she Kissed the bimbo at the club, but she was racing now. Her mouth was hanging open, her voice was coming out in moans, even girly mewls, and her juices were spreading. She could feel them on her thighs, making a mess on the knight's bed, but she didn't care. It was the first time anyone had touched her in two fucking decades, and holy fuck, undead or not, she missed this.
The orgasm did not take long to arrive. Her claws sank into the wall, but better that than the man's head. Both her hands used the wall for grip as her body started to shake and the pleasure tremors shot up through her. Sparks of bliss made her powerful thighs quiver, and the clench of her cunt caused more of her juices to leak from her and onto Julias's face. His tongue grew far softer, but he gave her a few long, gentle licks to keep her orgasm going until she was trembling.
"Ok! Ok stop ... Jesus." She backed away and eased herself onto his stomach, leaning forward with her hands on his chest. Not even five minutes and she'd cum already. "Fuck I needed that. God damn. Ok, round two." Still shaking a bit with orgasm aftershocks, she smirked up at the Ventrue. He still wasn't talking, as ordered. It made her grin.
She rolled off of him, lay down on her back, and spread her legs. She had great legs. Just the act of putting herself on display like this put that spark into Superman's eyes that she longed for. He was hungry for her. Christ, just the sight of a hunky man like him hungry for her had more of her juices flowing. She ran her claws up and down her powerful thighs, and shivered at the tingling it sent up her still quivering body.
With great delicacy, she slid those claws down her shaved pussy before spreading open her dripping folds. "Fingers. Now."
Julias gave a grin and a nod. Part of her still worried he was manipulating her, Invictus and all that, but the cock between his legs wasn't lying. She really ... really wanted to do things to that cock, but that would come later. For now, she was going to just lay back and enjoy herself with her hands hooked around the inside of her thighs and spreading them open.
The big loaf knelt next to her and, with a stupid smile on his face, leaned down to kiss one of her knees, while one of his hands started to caress her leg. She rolled her eyes, and did her best to suppress the smile she felt tugging at her cheeks.
Then, Julias put his other hand against her pussy. He didn't penetrate her, he just rested his hand against her soaked, bare folds, and caressed her labia. Up and down they went, kneading and massaging the outside of her cunt, squeezing her lips together until she felt her juices leak, before his fingers spread out to work where her thigh connected to her pelvis. She wanted to yell at him to get to it, but, the feel of those large hands loosening her up and spreading her cum around was making her start to tremble.
At last, she let out a low, primal groan when two of his big fingers eased her open. Her muscles gripped down, hard, and she had to force herself to relax while he worked his digits further into her insides.
She stopped holding her thighs apart, and put her hands to the blankets to sit up a bit. There was no way she'd miss seeing this. She kept her legs spread nice and far for him, but her eyes were glued to his fingers. They were just barely visible as she leaned forward a bit to see over her bare mons, and she clicked her crocodile teeth together at the sight of them when he pulled them from her squeezing muscles. Her juices were dripping from his knuckles.
"Yeah, yeah ... like ... that." Her arm closer to him reached for him and took his shoulder, but she kept her eyes on his fingers. It was mesmerizing. He sank his middle and ring finger into her, palm up and to the knuckle, and wriggled them around until she felt her toes curl. Then he pulled them out of her in a slow, massaging motion with his fingers curling upward against her g-spot. Then he did it again.
He reached into her as deep as his fingers could go, and pressed up toward her belly. She gasped in a sharp hiss, and leaned forward a little closer to hook the arm on his shoulder around the back of his neck instead. His digits pressed a little harder into her, toward her belly with his fingers buried in her cunt to the knuckle. There, he massaged above her deepest spot, and smiled at her while doing it.
"Stop ... smiling ... you ... jackass." Try as she might to stay quiet, her other hand was soon clutching the blanket until her claws sliced into the fabric, and more of her juices joined the mess. His big digits pressed so deep into her, deep and up against that spot way in the back that was making her body sing and her mind go blank. Her mouth opened wide, crocodile teeth on full display, but she didn't care. The bastard was making her cum, and she even let out a few quiet moans as her muscles clenched down like a vice and forced more of herself to leak onto his palm.
She collapsed. Julias finally stopped massaging the depths of her cunt, so she was free to just lay back and ride out her orgasm. The aftershocks worked up and down her legs like fireworks, and every so often her body would just convulse for a second and clench down on his fingers. She had no control, she could only lay there and let the pleasure earn the occasional small moan from her.
Then Julias started to pump her insides up and down like a piston.
"Ah shi-i-i-i-t!" Both her hands were on the blankets again, but she managed to force herself to sit up to see. Julias's hand was no longer gently stroking her insides, but instead he was slapping his two fingers up against her g-spot hard enough to make her ass lift off the blanket, before pushing back down only to do it again.
His free hand slid down from her leg to her pelvis, and he pushed down against the muscle below her navel. Her poor g-spot was trapped between both his hands, and when she tried to say something to ask him to ease up, he only pumped her faster, and harder. The noises were lecherous, and even her pert breasts were jiggling against her with the force of his fingering. Her juices were soaking his palm, and they splashed around her thighs and down her shaking ass. Every muscle down the valley of her abs was in constant flex, and try as she might to squeeze Julias's fingers, he only worked harder to finger her. The piercings in her ears and nose clinked together with the vibration, and even the piercing in her clit hood bounced against the swollen flesh.
After almost a minute of near-painful cumming, Julias stopped pumping her insides. A random spasm of her muscles caused a little gush of her juices, and she tried fruitlessly to suppress her mewls. She collapsed again, and this time didn't try suppress the little mewls that the orgasm aftershocks pulled from her. The wet spot on the bed had grown substantially, but she didn't care, the rich fucker could probably buy a million beds. Right now, all she cared about was how fucking amazing it felt to have a pair of fingers inside her again. Even now, the bastard was gently stroking her depths, just enough to make her body still quiver and her toes curl.
"Ok ... you ... can speak." Were she still alive, she'd have given up on going to work the next day. Hell, just the sensation of him removing his fingers was enough to make her tremble.
"Enjoying yourself?"
" ... yes." She forced herself to sit up. There was no point in modesty here, so she didn't cover up or anything. She just spread her legs and looked down at the mess she'd made all over the Ventrue's sheets. He was sitting on his knees and smiling at her, but something had changed. His smile was different.
He actually seemed happy. Strange.
"I'm glad," he said.
"Well you had an advantage. I've just fed and spent twenty years in a shadow. You know how hard up a vampire can get?" She tried to pull herself up onto her knees to sit like him, but more rippling shakes worked through her core and put her flat on her ass again. Julias chuckled with a warmth she hadn't expected, and she smiled right back at him, crocodile teeth and all.
"You deserve ... a reward," she said. "I hereby give you the right ... to fuck me in whichever way is most popular ... among your lady friends." Little mewls were sneaking into her speech, try as she might to suppress them. "Come on, gimme the top rated position."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeap."
" ... alright." Julias lay down, and motioned for her to come to him. "Lay down on your side next to me."
" ... you have got to be shitting me." She pulled herself forward into a crawl, complete with a raised ass and arched back to emphasize her wicked form, and did as he asked. Soon she was facing away from him with his pillow under her head, and her arms in front of her with her claws playing with his blankets. "You legit going to spoon me?"
"I am."
"Aha. Alright." She didn't look, but she could feel him nuzzle up against her back. He was a big, muscular guy, and he not only sank the bed in, but she fit into the crevice of his pelvis nicely. His hand found her hip, and she gave a tiny shiver. The position made her feel so ... vulnerable. She wasn't going to look back and make it obvious, but she could feel a little anxiety creep up on her.
His cock pressed against her ass cheeks, and her whole body went rigid as it sneaked its way down her buttocks before sliding between her thighs. She looked down, and his glans peeked its way through underneath her cunt as the large Ventrue snuggled, fucking snuggled up against her back. With his cock between her thighs and rubbing against her soaked pussy, she became acutely aware of suddenly how nervous she felt. Her skin was turning red, fucking blush of life, and her nipples were so hard, her piercings were starting to hurt.
"Would you ... guide me in?" Julias had his head over hers with his weight propped up on an elbow, so she had only to turn a bit to see him smiling down at her. Why the fuck was this making her so tense? With an unsteady hand, she reached down to her thighs, and slipped her claws around the underside of his member. She had to be careful to not hurt him with her claws, but she found it hard to not tremble, just a bit, as she slid her hips forward, and pushed up on his cock.
When she eased her hips back down, she let out the softest little moan as his cock's head spread her tight cunt open. Everything was so damn soaked in her juices, that even his big dick had little trouble spreading her muscles apart, and his member slipped into her with a quiet plop.
"God ... fuck ... mother fucking..." She'd expected him to pick a position better for a good cunt ramming, but now she could guess why he picked a softer arrangement. The fucker was likely to hurt a woman if he went with a more aggressive position.
She blinked down at her breasts. Julias had sneaked one of his hands onto her tit, and was giving it a squeeze not unlike what she did to his cock. Gentle and massaging. His finger found the little bolt piercing through her nipple, and he plucked at it lightly, which only sparked more mewls from her. Along with his gentle touch, the bastard was sliding more of himself into her, and her eyes again rolled upward. The angle let his glans press straight into her g-spot on the way in, and her head collapsed onto the pillow as the sensation of its texture on her swollen insides made her quiver all over again.
"I like your piercings," he said, and his hand sneaked down to her abs to find the one on her navel. "Did you get them before or after your embrace?"
"A ... after." Fuck, she was moaning again. Julias was fucking her now, but the bastard was so slow about it. He never shoved, never pushed, he only eased his cock into her as deep as the position would let, which was plenty with his size, and then eased himself back out of her.
"And the tattoos?" The fingertips of his free hand found the tail of her snake, and traced it along her flat stomach until it came back to her breast where the snake had an open mouth around her nipple.
" ... a ... fter."
"What happened to being so talkative?"