"Fuck ... you..." She didn't look his way this time for fear of how bright red her face must have been. Getting him to lick and finger her to a mess of orgasms had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the big bad Ventrue was spooning her and she was doing her best to not gush all over him. He'd probably planned this! Fucking bastard would pay for it ... later. Now, she brought one of her hands to her other breast, and the other hand sneaked back down to her cunt to find his cock. She didn't stop him, didn't even touch herself, she just wanted to feel that member of his slide into her. Her juices were literally dripping down her leg. She'd always been a wet one during sex, but this was embarrassing.
As if in tune with her, Julias lowered his hand down her stomach and her pelvis, and stopped short of her thighs. His fingers found the piercing of her clit hood again — god damn her clit was so sensitive — and he began to rub it up and down against her body in that same damn gentle motion his fucking was doing. Too slow to make her cum, but just hard enough to send tiny sparks of pleasure down her legs.
"Come on, just ... please just fuck me hard. This is..."
"You said fuck you like I do the kine I feed from. This is how." He lowered his head to her ear, and her body went rigid when his lips found it. His lips plucked at some of the many piercings her ears contained before lowering and settling on her lobe. There were piercings there too, but he seemed content to suckle lightly on the flesh.
"Christ. How ... long does it take to cum ... like this?"
"Could take a while." He sighed into her body and held her close to him. His nibbling on her ear would stop, only to start again in a different spot on her ear, and his finger on her clit never grew rough or hard or any of the things she silently begged it would. His rhythm with his hips was barely ever enough to even make the bed creak, but was just enough to make his cock's head kiss her g-spot lightly with each motion until her toned ass was molded to his pelvis.
He definitely planned this.
"So ... you — nnnm — uh ... you ... don't do this with other Kindred?" she said. She couldn't admit to losing control of the battle.
"Nope. You're the first Kindred I've shared my bed with in a very long while."
" ... heh ... yay ... me." Both her hands were free, and she found herself playing with her own breasts with one, while the other rested on the wrist of the bastard's hand currently make her clit sing. "The other Carthians ... oh ... they're boring. No — fuuck — no ... spunk."
"You have spunk," he said. Damn right she did. "I like that." He gave her clit a little pinch, just enough to shock her system, but not enough to get her over the edge, before he settled back into his practically loving rhythm.
"Tragic knight ... such a romantic? I'm ... surprised a Daeva didn't ... scoop you up."
"I'm a hopeless romantic ... and a slut. I guess I should have been Daeva." He gave a harder thrust into her, just a single one, just enough to earn a mewl from her before he eased back into the gentle sex.
"Ha, yeah. I ... can see it now. Ditch the suit, start writing ... poetry." She'd given up on trying to talk smoothly. He was riding her constantly at the edge of orgasm and it was fucking with her speech. She sounded like a little girl with her tiny mewls.
"I hate poetry." His rhythm got a little faster, and the fingers on her clit got a little rougher. "And as much as I'm a romantic, I do love to control things." His rhythm got a bit faster again, and his back pushed a little harder into her so she was turned slightly toward the blankets. She'd lost control, without contest.
"Fuck ... ing ... Ventrue."
His new rhythm was just fast enough, just hard enough, that should could feel her orgasm building. Her face turned into the pillow, and she clutched at the blankets as his thrusts got just a bit deeper and harder. It was such a slow transition into a proper fucking speed that her mind was left in a haze as the orgasm she longed for was always just slightly out of reach.
A single strong thrust did it. She tightened like a vice and squeezed his member hard enough she'd thought she'd wring it off, but her juices came trickling out of her boiling cunt and kept everything flowing nicely as her orgasm started working through her legs. Her toes curled and her knees bent against herself into a fetal position as she shook. That warm, rippling bliss of the climax went up and down her spine and through her core, and another squeeze of her cunt forced the wet spot of her cum on the sheets to grow.
The tragic knight had only just started to cum when she was finished though. When the tremors were at last starting to pass, he pushed into her again with enough force to make her squeak. Then, warmth. Another push of his hips, and that warm started ooze out from their messy connection. He was cumming, and filling her cunt in the process. Not like a Kindred could get pregnant from just having the blush of life going, but god damn she'd long forgotten what this felt like.
Another push. One of her hands reached behind her and rested on his hip, but she dared not move. The fucker had spent so long working her to orgasm, she was still struggling to get some control of her muscles, and in the mean time he was squirting his cum into her and making her mewl with each thrust. Another shove of his hips, harder than the last, earned a small spurt of her own cum to join his trickling down her thigh.
She looked over her shoulder to the big guy, and a smile graced her lips. The man really was a hopeless romantic. He was holding her, nuzzling into her, and his eyes were closed like he was in love. His big arm pulled her close, and she had to admit it certainly would have swept her off her feet, how he held her into the nook of his broad body and slowed his thrusts as his orgasm came and went. He eased into a slow rhythm again, and hell, she had to squeeze down on his cock to help milk him dry. He'd earned it after all, and she grinned with a playful snicker as she pushed her ass against him, squeezed hard enough to hurt, and drew her hips forward to pull out what little cum he had left.
"That is ... very tight," he said with a whisper. His face leaned into her neck, and she shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin.
"You are way too good at this. I'm rusty." She pushed her ass back into him. Her ass was great, there was no denying it, big and firm and toned and hard, and she pressed it to his pelvis and squeezed down on his cock yet again. Her antics forced him free of her, and she looked down with a sigh. His cum was leaking out of her and dripping down either side of her thigh. Fuck, she'd missed this.
"Thank you." The big mobster man was hugging her still, and even cuddling into her. She rolled her eyes, but didn't move. That was his quirk after all, he was the tragedy freak who missed life and all its simple pleasures. Didn't mean she couldn't join in for a little while.
"Don't get the wrong idea. This is not some Beauty and the Beast relationship. You are my window to good food and a good fuck. Got it?"
"Got it, Belle."
"Excuse me?" She tried to turn around and give him a good smacking, but the big Ventrue pulled her tight into the spooning hug, and she relented. What was a girl to do? It was comfortable in the nook of his body.
"Sorry. You can play badass Nosferatu all you like, but I like it." His free hand slid down one of her arms until his fingers were dancing on one of her palms, and her huge claws nudged against them.
"Cause you got some screws loose and you're a tragedy freak."
"Maybe. I think it's because I like a woman with some life to her," he said. She had to chuckle at that. "And I think reptiles are beautiful."
"Calling me a reptile?"
"A little bit."
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