he had certain responsibilities.
This time he laved her clit gently, until her tension dissolved and she relaxed into the bed with a throaty groan. For a few glides of his tongue, she lay, passive, lids shrouding her lovely green eyes. Her bosom rose and fell and he heard the softest sighs tumble from her pursed lips, his name carried to him on one.
Her hands covered her breasts. Not in modesty. She fondled herself, gripping and kneading the lush mounds through the bodice of her nightgown.
His fangs and cock throbbed as he watched her through her thick nest of curls.
He could love her this way for hours—until dawn at least.
But soon, she lifted her hips, rocking them against his face. Tentative, as though she didn’t understand quite why she needed to move to him. She was so sweet, so new. Was it possible this was her first orgasm, other than those in her dreams? Yannick couldn’t remember his first, but imagined it must have been searing. Life-changing.
It was his duty to ensure she received no less.
Her hips became more demanding and pumped harder against his face. He matched her natural rhythm, the flat of his tongue sliding around her hard, quivering clit.
Althea’s hand skimmed down across her belly and clutched at the hem of her nightgown. Yannick released her thighs, saw the red imprints of his fingers as his hands joined hers. Small, delicate hands—hard to imagine them plunging a stake into his heart, but he didn’t doubt she could do it.
He helped her draw the gown up until it bunched at her waist. He traced her smooth, softly curved belly. Dipped his finger into her small, shadowed navel. Ran his palm along the generous flare of her hips.
Lovely, womanly. And his. His to enjoy, to pleasure, to treasure.
If only for a few nights.
The benefit to speaking in her mind? He could communicate without ever once lifting his tongue from her slick, musky quim.
Gentle enough, love?
“Perfect,” she gasped. “Wonderf—Oooh!”
I want to make you come, Althea, just as you do in your dreams. I want to make you come again and again…
He cupped her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth. Feasted on her.
“Oh God!”
Her honey dripped from her now and he slipped his thumb into her quim to stir her. Fiery hot and drenched, her walls clutched him tight.
She was pure, utterly pure, giving herself to him.
It humbled him and he was a man rarely cowed.
He withdrew his thumb, slid two fingers into her, reaching as far as her barrier. Her cunny gripped him tight and his cock jolted upward in hope.
Patience.
In defiance, his prick bucked again. His balls had sucked tight to his body, aching along with his heavy erection. Coated with his own juices, the head of his cock already felt filled to bursting, his shaft straighter and harder than he’d ever known it. She moaned and another pulse of blood filled him. Stretched him. Stiffened him. Hades, his cock felt as though it weighed fifty pounds.
Once she came, then, perhaps…
Crooking his fingers, Yannick stroked, and searched for the magic places in her walls. He pressed his baby finger to the snug, puckered entrance between the cheeks of her ass. He eased in a hair’s breath. It resisted and he didn’t try to go further. Instead he teased her little opening until she shuddered beneath him.
I want to fill you completely, love. With my cock, my fingers, my tongue. I want to fill you in every way I can imagine.
Althea sobbed. Her hips banged hard on the bed.
Yes. Pound against my face, on my fingers. Touch your breasts. Play with them. Squeeze and stroke your nipples, Althea, love. Together, we will take you to heaven.
She obeyed him. One delicate, feminine hand gripped each breast. More buttons gave way in her gown until her round breasts were bared. Firm little mounds, the color of clotted cream, pearlescent and plump, topped by erect pink nipples that he longed to gobble up. Her small fingers touched and explored, uncertain at first, and then finding delight.
Yannick couldn’t bear to be left out of the fun. Reaching up, he found the damp, hot undersides of her breasts.
Pluck your nipples, love, but let me touch them too.
He spanned both erect tips with his hand, while his mouth danced over her and his fingers played inside her scalding cunny.
“Oh heavens—”
Her hips drove up hard against his mouth, banging his jaw. He couldn’t draw back in time and pricked her lightly with his fangs.
She didn’t seem to care. Her body went rigid. Her quim clenched around his fingers, sucked him in, held him, pulsed around him. Her hands clutched her breasts, clawing mercilessly as she bucked beneath him. Tangled hair flew across her agonized face.
Althea looked so beautiful in ecstasy. Crying out for him. Sobbing. Thrashing with it. Taken by it.
God, yes.
A flood of her juices poured out onto his hand. Yannick slid down to bury his face there, to taste and enjoy.
“Oooooh.” She flopped back on the bed. Her legs went limp. Her arms dangled weakly by her sides. “Oh, that was so…so unladylike. I am so sorry—”
He chuckled and lifted from her, braced on his arms. Althea’s lids dipped over her sparkling eyes, lashes lowered, and she let her head drop back on a sigh.
So angelic, even after orgasm.
He bent, kissed her flushed belly. “Sorry? It’s delicious, little one. Such sweet nectar. A reward for pleasuring you well.”
She opened her eyes and stared down at her crumpled nightgown. “Oh, I must look a fright—”
Yannick laughed—he’d laughed more in this night with Althea than in all the years since he’d been turned. “You look beautiful. Now, move over, love.”
“Move over?”
He stretched out along the length of the bed and drew her slender body to him. She tumbled against him in surprise. Plump breasts fell against his mouth, smothering him, and her wet quim landed tight to his stomach. The tip of his cock nudged her creamy folds.
Voice strained, he joked against her warm curves, “I must get you a larger bed, if I am to share it with you.” He opened his mouth wide, head down to hide his fangs, and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
The sweetest moans poured from her lips as her fingers dug into his shoulder blades. He shifted his hips, so her soaking pussy brushed his cock. Suckling harder, he shifted to roll her onto her back.
With a soft squeal, Althea fell onto the wrinkled sheets, her nipple—mottled red now, and standing up—releasing
