Story Time
He was sated. He had fed his fill and now he was full of life. So when she appeared he waved her closer giving permission to feed off his leftovers. There was more than enough and no reason to let the rest go to waste.
So she fed until she was sated. Then she sat back, looked at him and smiled. "Thank you my love. That was truly excellent."
He recognized the look on her face. He felt it too. Both of them so full and fresh with life, their sexual desires for each other were rising. She hadn't worn anything more than jeans and a crop top. He could see the bottom of her breasts below the white shirt. Full and firm. The dark areolas showing through the cloth invitingly. Her long hair framing both her face and her breasts.
He was wearing cargo pants and a tank top. She admired how his muscles played underneath his skin. The pure power they hinted at. Much like looking at a race horse and recognising the power that lies underneath. The bulge in his pants was growing more and more. He was large to the point of painful but she didn't care. Pleasure and pain were different sides of the same coin. Tonight she meant to see both.
So she crawled to him. Trailing her fingers through the blood of the kill as she did so. Her eyes never leaving his. When she got to him she crawled over his legs straddling them. She could feel his bulge underneath her. Through his shorts, though her jeans, nestled between her legs. He was so hard. The juices between her legs became more apparent to her.
She lifted her hand and painted blood on his lower lip. He trembled. She knew it was taking effort for him to hold back. She didn't make him wait long and took his lip between hers and sucked it clean, slowly. Her hand she now dragged down the left side of his neck and chest till the shirt got in the way. She left his lip for his neck and proceeded to kiss and suckle the blood off from there. As she traveled down the shirt was ripped off with barely a thought. When she got to his left nipple her own desires became to much for her and she sucked as much of it as she could into her mouth before biting it without a thought as to how hard or if it was causing him pain.
He hadn't been filled with this much desire in a long time. His cock felt as if it would rip through the fabric imprisoning it. When she placed the blood on his lower lip he thought he would lose control and take her right their. But he didn't and the pleasure was still growing. Not much longer though would he be able to hold back. Then she bit his nipple.
The pain was exquisite and he roared with the pleasure of it. He grabbed her by the hair and held her there crushing her against his chest. He didn't care if it was too much or if she could even breath. A mindless movement caused by her. When he finally came down from where he was he let go of her hair and grabbed her by the throat and held her at arms length. She was trying to catch her breath but he wouldn't let her. She didn't need too and he knew that she loved the torture of it. The feel of the power that he had over her, to give or deny at his whim. She was his and he reminded her of this now in this one simple act.
He stood a commanding 6 foot 3 and as he did so now he still did not release her throat. Dangling in front of him not able to touch the ground he relieved her of her shirt and jeans. It probably hurt when he ripped the jeans off of her but he didn't care and knew that she didn't either. Fully stripped he dropped her to the floor next to his kill. Yet another symbol of something that was his.
So she lay there on the floor. Naked next to the two bodies that he had claimed for his night's meal. Blood was pooled under her ass and she saw the look he now gave her. She didn't have much time before they were both lost to desire. "Hold back as long as you can." This she said while placing her hands in the blood. He watched like prey watches its next kill. Knowing the kill is a surety and just enjoying the moment.
She raised her hands to her breasts and coated them with the blood. She loved how firm they felt underneath her fingers. Her nipples large and protruding she squeezed roughly, enjoying the pain that pinching them brought. He still watched her but his face twitched. Not long now she thought.
He was close to losing control. He wanted to feed again. Both on blood and on sex. But he wanted to see what else she would do. He didn't want her thinking he was easy to give into his needs. He loved the fact that she had coated herself with his kill. Thereby offering herself to him as something that was his totally and utterly. He watched as she placed her hands back into the blood. Her nipples were dripping. Whatever she was to do next it didn't matter. He was approaching his breaking point.
Then she coated her pussy with the blood.
She didn't see him move. The centuries had given him blinding speed. He was naked and inside her in the blink of an eye. His hand buried in her hair and pulling her head back to expose her neck. She knew in this moment that he held her life in his hands. The pleasure of his cock inside her was exquiste and she was already orgasming from it. Starting to lose the reality of time and place she knew that once he started to cum he would sink his teeth and take her life again. He couldn't do it soon enough.
He could feel it building. The blood between them sticky and slick. Her muscles vise like on his cock coaxing from him his orgasm. And then it was there and in his orgasm he sank his teeth into her and took her life again. She screamed from the pain and he felt her pussy tighten just a little bit more before she slumped in his arms. Still he fed. Took all her life's blood until there was no more but just the barest bit. Continued to thrust into her until he was spent and could thrust no more.
He held her close. She was almost well and truly dead and for the barest of moments he thought to let her go into the peace of the abyss. But he had promised not to do such a thing until they both had agreed to go together. This was the trust she gave him everytime they made love and he would not violate it. So he bit his tongue, his cheek, and kissed her.
She came back from death's precipice with his tongue in her mouth and the taste of their blood. Mixed in his body and given back to her with the gift of life once again. She kissed him back hard sucking his tongue. Gathering blood and life back into her body again. She continued this until she was able to feed on her own, tears running down her face the entire time. How can one not cry when their love has given them the gift of life again.
She broke off the kiss. Then kissed his eyes and forehead and told him how much she loved him and that she was his till they both decided to leave this existence. Reminded him that living forever was not a curse to her so long as they were together. Such is the way of vampires who love.
He smiled back at her, his heart full. No he selfishly couldn't give her the gift of death without dying himself and he didn't think he was ready for that just yet. She winked at him and turned to feed off his kill. She needed to, he knew, and went to it with a certain lustful hunger. She got on her hands and knees and knelt down to feed. But just for a second she looked back at him, smiled, and swayed her ass at him. Then she fed. She liked to feed while he fucked her from behind he knew. He wouldn't take her life again in the same night let alone in the same month. But he did enjoy fucking her and that is what he did.