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The break was honestly a relief for her swollen lips, cause while Dio mightâve been undead, Celestia desperately needed some airflow to clear her mind. Her bloodied chest rose and fell while she caught her breath, her tongue briefly peeking out to clear the impromptu lipstick of her own lifeblood.
But the moment of reverie didnât last long, and Celestia tried and failed to swallow the squeal of surprise when she doubled in height, tugging at Dioâs hair like a pair of reigns to steady herself. When she was assured they werenât about to keel over, she looked down and â oh. Oh. Wow, first thing?
Oh, she really liked him.
Realistically she shouldâve been scandalized by the destruction of another article of the precious little clothes she had, but she really could not bring herself to care, and any notion of being miffed got snuffed out by the song of her nerves when he dove in like a man starved.
â Ohâ! â
Dioâs tongue was cold, which only served to enhance the feeling of him thrusting the muscle into her insides. Celestia arched her back against the cool marble of the pillar and with a clench of her thighs around his head, she ground her weeping pussy into his mouth, a low moan rumbling from her throat.
A man starved was a rather apt description, and he would have wholeheartedly agreed provided he could hear her thoughts.
As things stood, he was proving it in his own way. Words were a powerful tool for Dio, they always had been. His silver tongue had swayed countless others to his side in his quest for ever more power and prestige. But let it not be said that he wasnât a man of action when push came to shove. There was always a certain amount of satisfaction in getting his hands dirty, and this was no exception. His silver tongue most certainly had more than one use... As Celestia was experiencing firsthand.
The sun goddess sitting on his shoulders proved to be ever more delicious, and much to his delight, ever more insatiable. She had seemed so prim and proper when she had introduced herself, and now... Well look at her. Moaning for him. Pressing her soaked pussy into his mouth, yearning for more and more of the pleasure that only he, Dio, could give her.
He was happy to oblige.
Dio moved his tongue every which way inside of her, trying to find that magic combination that would drive her wild. He would know when he found it when she was pulling on his hair so hard that she might rip it out. But that was the benefit to being a vampire. No matter how badly she could damage him, he would recover almost instantly. Oh, and he wanted her to go wild. Let loose the beast that was hidden underneath the goddessâs skin and tear him asunder.
He would return the favor.











