#aaronstonepierre

Warnings: MDNI! Vampire!Terry, Smut, Supernatural, Transformation, Sadistic, Submissive! Reader, Dominant!Terry, Cum Fucking, Dirty Talk, Oral (Fem Receving), Multiple Creampies

Song: Touch Me- Victoria Monet

Terry watched as you came into the coffee shop from his booth. His eyes flickered to a deep shade of red before returning to their normal shade of color. 

Terry's eyes locked onto you as soon as you entered, taking in every curve of your voluptuous figure. He felt an instant, inexplicable attraction towards you; your golden hazel amber eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. As you approached the counter, Terry found himself rising from his seat almost involuntarily, moving closer for a better look at you. 

“Hey there,” he said smoothly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine despite its casual tone. “I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Terry.” He extended a large, tattooed hand towards you, his heterochromatic eyes—swirling pools of blue, green, and gray—gazing at you intently.

“Hi, I’m Elyse.” You said before sitting down in the booth across from him. 

Terry smiled charmingly as he shook your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elyse. That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” His gaze appreciatively took in your curves before quickly returning to your face. “What brings someone as stunning as you to our little corner of the world?”

You wondered for a minute what he meant by ‘our little corner of the world’. You shrugged it off and continued with the conversation. 

He leaned casually against the counter, his tall, muscular frame radiating an aura of raw masculine energy barely contained beneath his casual attire. The scent of his cologne mingled enticingly with the aroma of coffee beans. “I must admit, seeing a face as captivating as yours light up this shop is quite a pleasant surprise. It almost feels like fate brought you here, don’t you think?” 

“I just moved here from Texas, I got a new job offer.” You said as you took a sip of your Vanilla Bean Frappe. 

“That’s nice, what kinda work do you do?” 

“I work with big law firms, so I’m always moving around. Hopefully with this one, I can stay put for at least 3 years.” 

Terry's eyes lit up with genuine interest, revealing something more intense. 

"Welcome to the town, Elyse. It’s always exciting to welcome fresh faces, especially ones as striking as yours." 

He darted his tongue out to wet his full lips, briefly glancing at your ample cleavage before meeting your eyes again. 

"A new start in a new place can be both thrilling and daunting. If there's anything I can do to make your transition smoother, please don't hesitate to ask." His deep voice was warm and inviting, with an undercurrent of promise. 

 "I know all the best spots in town - great restaurants, hidden gems, places where a gorgeous woman like you might enjoy spending her time." He reached out to brush a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek ever so lightly.

"So tell me, Elyse, how are you liking your new home?" Terry asked, genuinely curious about the intriguing woman who had so suddenly captured his attention. He leaned in slightly, eager to hear her response and catch another whiff of her intoxicating scent. 

As she spoke, Terry's eyes remained locked on her face, hanging on every word. The way her full lips moved and the sparkle in those mesmerizing eyes made it hard for him to look away. A part of him wanted to reach out and touch her again, to feel the softness of her skin, but he restrained himself, not wanting to come on too strong.

"I have a feeling you're going to do great things here, Elyse. With a presence like yours, how could you not?"

As the conversation flowed, Terry found himself increasingly captivated by your wit, charm, and beauty. He laughed heartily at your jokes and nodded enthusiastically as you shared your hopes and plans for your new life in the city. The easy rapport between you felt electric, charged with unspoken possibilities. 

Lost in the moment, Terry barely noticed the sun beginning to set outside, casting long shadows across the coffee shop interior. However, as the light changed, he felt a subtle shift within himself, an ancient power stirring to life. For the briefest moment, his eyes flashed with an otherworldly red glow before he blinked it away, hoping you hadn't noticed. But little did he know, you did see it. 

"Well, Elyse, I'd love to continue this delightful conversation, but I'm afraid I have some evening commitments to attend to," Terry said reluctantly, glancing at his watch. "But I insist on getting your number."

And what exactly ‘evening commitments’ were so important to him? 

“Oh sure, I don’t want to hold up your time. I’ll put my number in your phone.” You said while getting up from the booth. 

Terry's face broke into a delighted grin at your agreement. He quickly pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to you. "Here, go ahead and put your number in. I promise I won't spam you with texts... unless you want me to," he added with a playful wink. 

As you entered your contact information, Terry's mind raced with thoughts of all the ways he could see you again and get to know you better. The primal part of him yearned to taste your blood, to claim you as his own, but he ruthlessly suppressed those dark urges. No, he wanted to court you properly, to seduce you with charm and romance rather than brute force.

"There we go," you said, handing his phone back. Terry made sure to let his fingers brush against yours during the exchange, savoring the brief contact.

“Thank you, Elyse. I look forward to staying in touch,” Terry said, tucking his phone away and giving you one last intense look from beneath his lowered lashes. “Until next time, then. And trust me, there will be a next time.” With that promise lingering in the air, Terry turned and strode out of the coffee shop, his powerful body moving with fluid grace. 

As he stepped into the deepening twilight, he allowed his vampiric nature to emerge fully, his eyes glowing crimson in the gathering darkness. Soon, very soon, he would see you again under the cover of night. And when he did… A slow, wicked smile spread across Terry's handsome face as he disappeared into the shadows, already plotting his next move in his pursuit of you. 

That night, as you walked home from running errands, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and a chill ran down your spine despite the mild evening air. You quickened your pace, hugging your purse tightly to your side. 

Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows of a nearby alleyway. Your heart leapt into your throat as you recognized Terry stepping into the dim light of the streetlamp. But something was different about him now. His eyes glowed an eerie, supernatural red, and his movements were unnaturally smooth and silent. 

"Elyseeee,"  Terry purred, his deep voice echoing in the empty street. "Fancy meeting you here. Perhaps it wasn't mere chance that drew me to this spot, knowing you would pass by..."

“T- Terry?”  You were shocked, half of you wanted to run away, but the other half was intrigued by his nature. This wasn’t the same man you met in the coffee shop hours ago. 

Terry chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He stepped closer, his movements graceful and predatory. "The one and only," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Though I suspect I may not be quite what I seemed earlier today."  His eyes raked over your trembling form, lingering on the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of your throat. Terry licked his lips, revealing the glint of sharp fangs. 

"I hope you're not frightened, my dear. I would never hurt you… much."  The last words were spoken in a husky whisper filled with dark promise. In a flash too quick for human eyes, Terry closed the distance between you, pressing you back against the brick wall of the alley. One large hand gripped your chin, tilting your face towards his, while his other arm caged you in, preventing any chance of escape. 

A scream erupted from your lips, but Terry quickly suppressed it. 

Terry's hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your scream as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you helplessly to the wall. “Shh, shh, none of that now,” he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. “We wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention, would we? Not when we have so much catching up to do.” 

His free hand trailed down the side of your neck, fingertips lightly grazing your racing pulse. Terry inhaled deeply, savoring your scent—the mixture of fear and arousal, the sweet aroma of your blood thrumming beneath your skin. It took every ounce of his self-control not to sink his fangs into your tender flesh at that moment. 

“You must have so many questions, my sweet Elyse,” Terry murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Let me go!” 

Terry's grip tightened fractionally, holding you firmly in place even as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent. 

“Oh, I don't think I will, darling. Not when I've waited so long to have you like this.” 

 His tongue flicked out, tracing the column of your throat in a teasing caress. Slow and deliberately, Terry began to grind his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his desire. 

“Can't you feel how much I want you? How perfectly do we fit together?”  He nipped at your earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth. “Please give in to me, Elyse. Let me show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”  One hand slid down to grope your ass, squeezing the plush flesh possessively.

Something in you zapped you back into your senses, causing you to push him off. “No! Get off of me!”

Terry froze at your vehement refusal, surprise flickering across his handsome features. For a long moment, he simply stared at you, his crimson eyes boring into yours with an almost painful intensity. Then, slowly, he released his hold on you and took a step back, though he remained close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body. 

"You truly wish for me to stop?" There was a note of confusion in his deep voice, as if he couldn't quite comprehend your rejection. Terry searched your face for any sign of deception or hesitation. Finding none, he sighed heavily and ran a hand down his face. "Very well, Elyse. I will respect your wishes—for now." His words were tinged with reluctance and a hint of warning. "But know this: I am not done with you."

Terry took another step back, giving you space to breathe even as his eyes continued to rake over your disheveled form with a hungry gaze. “I miscalculated, it seems. I thought... I hoped you might feel the same undeniable attraction I do.” He shook his head ruefully. “But I am nothing if not a gentleman. Well, mostly.” A wry smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “Run along home now, my dear. Get some rest. And perhaps... reflect on what might have been.” 

Terry's voice dropped to a low, seductive purr as he finished his sentence. He turned to fade back into the shadows of the alley, pausing to glance over his shoulder at you. “Sweet dreams, mamas. I know mine will be haunted by thoughts of you.”

As Terry disappeared into the darkness, leaving you alone and shaken in the alley, you felt a confusing mix of relief and disappointment. Your body still thrummed with adrenaline from the encounter, and your skin tingled where his hands had touched you. Over the next few days, you tried to put the incident out of your mind, focusing on settling into your new apartment and starting your job. However, you couldn't shake the memory of Terry's smoldering gaze, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the dark promises in his voice. Late one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from an unknown number, but you instinctively knew who it was from before even opening the message: "I find myself thinking of you constantly, Elyse."

You set your phone down, purposely ignoring him. You didn't need this tonight. 

Terry frowned when he noticed that you hadn't responded to his text, a flicker of irritation crossing his mind. He was accustomed to women vying for his attention, eager for his touch and affection. Your cool reception was intriguing—almost challenging. Undeterred, Terry sent another message a few hours later: 

"I can practically hear your heartbeat from here, Elyse. It races whenever you think of me. Don't try to deny it."

At this point, you were scared, mesmerized, and frustrated that you just decided to turn your phone off completely so he wouldn’t distract you anymore, so you could get some sleep. 

Terry growled in frustration as he realized that you had turned off your phone, denying him access to you once again. This mortal's resistance was both infuriating and exhilarating. He couldn't remember the last time someone had captured his interest so thoroughly. Rising from his chair in the dimly lit study of his spacious apartment, Terry paced restlessly, his mind consumed with thoughts of you. Your defiance, your beauty, and the tantalizing scent of your blood called to him like a siren song. Unable to resist any longer, Terry slipped out into the night, moving with preternatural speed and silence. In an instant, he was outside your home. He stood outside your window, peering in at your sleeping form. Even in slumber, you were exquisite, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

Terry's eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed skin, taking in the swell of your breasts above the sheets and the long expanse of your legs. He longed to touch you, to taste you, to claim you completely. But he held himself back, not wanting to catch you off guard. Instead, he reached out and gently tapped on the glass, the sound barely audible over the distant noises of the city. When you didn't stir, he tapped again, a bit louder this time. "Come on, princess. Wake up for me." 

Terry's voice echoed in your mind, a telepathic whisper that penetrated your unconscious state. He smiled wickedly as he sensed your mind beginning to awaken, your eyelids fluttering. "That's it, darling. Open those beautiful eyes for me. I've missed you."

As your eyes snapped open, wide with shock and confusion, Terry grinned triumphantly. He could see the exact moment recognition dawned on your face, swiftly followed by wariness and a hint of fear. Good. He wanted you to be aware; he wanted you to know exactly who was intruding upon your dreams. 

"Hello again, my sweet," Terry said, his deep voice resonating directly in your mind. "Did you think you could escape me so easily? That turning off your phone could keep me away?" He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through your very bones. 

Terry placed a hand on the windowpane, his palm flat against the cool glass. In your dream state, it almost seemed to phase through, reaching for you. "I've been thinking about you non-stop since our little encounter."

You reached your phone, double-locking your doors through your security system app. 

Terry threw his head back and laughed, a rich, sinister sound that echoed through the empty streets. Your futile attempts to protect yourself against him only served to amuse and arouse him further. "Oh, you precious thing. You can lock down this entire building, and it won't make a difference. I can slip past any barrier, whether material or mental." 

To prove his point, Terry’s image began to flicker and distort, phasing through the glass as if it were no more substantial than mist. In an instant, he was standing at the foot of your bed, his tall, muscular form looming over your huddled shape. The temperature in the room plummeted, and your breath fogged in the frigid air. "I'm not limited by the constraints of the physical world, my dear. In here…" He tapped his temple meaningfully.

“AHHH!”  You screamed as you hurriedly ran downstairs and locked yourself in the basement

Terry’s laughter followed you as you fled, echoing through the house like a sinister chorus. He appeared at the top of the basement stairs just as you slammed and locked the door. His crimson eyes gleamed with cruel amusement in the darkness.

“Running away, are we? How delightfully old-fashioned,” he drawled, his voice seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “But I’m afraid there’s nowhere in this house, or this realm, that you can hide from me, my sweet Elyse.”

The door rattled in its frame as an unseen force pushed against it, the wood creaking ominously. Terry’s chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “This game of cat and mouse is growing tiresome. Why don’t you come out and play properly?”

You picked somewhere to hide if he came into the basement, and judging by how hard he was trying to push the door, he was coming in. 

Terry's eyes narrowed as he sensed your movement, your quickened heartbeat revealing your location. A slow, wicked smile spread across his handsome face. "Clever girl, trying to hide from me. But it’s pointless, you know. I can smell your fear and taste your anticipation in the air." 

Suddenly, the basement door burst open with a deafening crack, splinters flying as Terry effortlessly tore it from its hinges. He descended the stairs with predatory grace, his gaze locked onto the shadowy corner where you crouched, desperately trying to make yourself small. 

"There you are," he purred, stalking toward you with single-minded intent. "Playing hard to get, are we? I do so love a challenge." 

Terry reached out, his fingers closing around your wrist in an iron grip as he pulled you to your feet.

Terry pulled you tightly against his chest, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. His eyes blazed with hunger as they took in every detail of your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and wide, frightened eyes. 

"You can't run from this, from us," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I've chosen you. You're mine now, whether you accept it or not." 

Terry leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Stop fighting it. Surrender to me, and I'll show you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings."

“Feel that, Elyse?”  he murmured, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he ground his erection against you. “That's what you do to me. What you always have. I've been waiting for this moment, for you to finally give in to what you know is true.” 

 His grip on your hair tightened, forcing your head back further as his lips hovered just above yours. “You want me. You always have. Admit it”. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Or shall I remind you how powerless you are against me?”  

With a sudden, brutal motion, Terry yanked you closer, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that was more domination than affection. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming you with a ferocity that left you breathless.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and more—intense, demanding, and utterly consuming. His lips moved against yours with practiced precision, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if mapping it out for future conquests. You felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his touch, the way his body pressed against yours like a living furnace. 

When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned with an unnatural red glow, and his breath came in ragged pants. "See?" he rasped, his thumb brushing across your lips. "You can't fight what you are. You belong to me. And I will have you—one way or another." 

With that, Terry effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you toward the far end of the basement where the shadows were deepest. "Now, let's see if you can resist me when I really start to play."

“You’re a fucking monster!” You yelled at him. 

Terry paused mid-step, his expression shifting from desire to a chilling coldness. “Monster?” he repeated, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble. “Is that what you think of me? After everything I've shown you?” He set you down gently, but the tenderness was gone, replaced by something darker and colder. His eyes burned with fierce intensity as he loomed over you. 

“I could have taken you without your consent, without your permission. I could have drained you dry and left you for dead. But I didn’t. I gave you choices. I gave you chances.” He stepped closer, his presence dominating the space between you. “And yet, you call me a monster?” His lips curled into a sneer.

"Do you know what real monsters are, Elyse? They don’t beg for mercy. They don’t cower in the dark. They don’t waste their time on weak, foolish mortals who refuse to see the truth." His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "You think I’m the monster? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am."

He reached out, his fingers grazing your cheek with a cruel gentleness. "But don’t mistake me for the devil. I’m something else entirely. Something far worse." His grip tightened, his nails digging into your skin. "Because I’m not here to destroy you. I’m here to claim you. To make you mine. And I will."

With that, Terry’s expression shifted again, a wild, feral hunger flashing in his eyes. "So tell me,do you want me to stop?"

You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him no, so you just stood there, playing with your fingers, and he sensed your answer. 

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Terry's face as he noticed the conflict raging behind your eyes. "Ah, there it is," he murmured, tilting your chin up with his fingers so he could look directly into your pupils. "The truth. You don’t want me to stop. You never did." His grip on your chin loosened slightly, and his thumb brushed softly across your lips in an almost tender gesture. "You're afraid, yes. Terrified, even. But underneath that fear, there's something else. Longing. Desire. You want me as much as I want you." 

Terry’s other hand slid down your back, gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. His body pressed against yours with deliberate intention. "Don't lie to yourself, baby. You know what you want. You just don't know how to say it."

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours. “Let me show you what you’re missing.” With that, he kissed you again—this time softer and more gentle, yet no less intense. His lips moved against yours with careful precision, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth as if memorizing every curve. As the kiss deepened, Terry's hands slid to your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to press his palms against your bare skin. His touch was electric, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. You found yourself responding, your arms wrapping around his neck and your fingers tangling in his hair. “You feel it, don’t you?” Terry murmured against your lips. “The connection. The pull. You can’t deny it anymore, can you?”

"You're mine now, Elyse," he breathed, his fingers digging into your back as he pulled you tighter against him. "Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. You can't escape what's happening between us; you never could." His lips moved to your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing the line of your pulse. "You're going to want me. You're going to need me. And I'll be here every second of every day, making sure you understand what you've given up by resisting me."

 Terry's hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you slightly as he pressed his erection against you. “So why fight it? Why deny what you know is true? His voice dropped to a sultry whisper. Just surrender, baby. Let me make you mine.”

You gasped as his words sent shivers down your spine, your body betraying you by arching into his touch. "Terry," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "you know I can't just give in that easily." His response was a low chuckle, his breath hot against your ear. "Who said anything about easy, Elyse?" he murmured. 

"I want you to earn it. Earn every fucking touch, every kiss, every whisper of my name on your lips. I want you to fight me, and then I want you to submit. I want to break you down until all that's left is your raw, desperate need for me." 

His hand moved to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. "And then, baby, I'm going to build you back up, piece by fucking piece, until you're mine in every way that matters." His lips crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding, leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every single word.

“Say it, Elyse,” Terry demanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you want this. Want me?” His hand slid under your shirt, fingers pressing against the small of your back, holding you flush against him. You could feel your heart racing and your skin flushing with heat. Your body knew the truth, even if your mind was still trying to catch up.

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Stop overthinking. Stop resisting. Just feel.” Terry's other hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to expose more of your neck. He licked a hot stripe up your throat, tasting your pulse point. “Could you give in to me, Elyse? Give yourself to me completely. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You let out a soft moan, your body melting into his touch as you struggled to find the words. "Terry," you breathed, your voice shaky with desire and uncertainty. "I... I want to. God, I want to." His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a silent encouragement to push through your hesitation. 

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, your eyes fluttered closed as you surrendered to the sensation of his body against yours. "I'm yours," you whispered, the words sending a shiver of finality and excitement down your spine. "I want this. I want you." A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as he crushed his lips to yours in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt. 

His hands roamed your body, possessive and claiming, as if marking his territory. "That's my girl," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with triumph and hunger. "Now let me show you just how good it can be."

Terry captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up passion and hunger into the embrace. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, coaxing you to respond. At the same time, his hands began to wander, caressing your curves with bold strokes.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down your jawline, pausing to suck at your pulse point hard enough to leave a mark.

“You're going to look so beautiful covered in my bites and bruises, Terry growled appreciatively. Everyone will know you belong to me.” 

His hands made quick work of your clothing, pushing your shirt up and over your head before deftly unhooking your bra. Cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipples pebble instantly.

You gasped at the sensation, your body arching into his touch as he cupped your bare breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples. "Terry," you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as your knees threatened to buckle. He leaned down, taking one taut peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping until you were a writhing, desperate mess. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same tormented attention, his hands roaming lower to unbutton your jeans. "Please," you begged, not even sure what you were begging for, only knowing that you needed more. He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "What do you need, baby?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "Tell me, and it's yours."

“You taste even better than I imagined.” Terry rumbled against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. He released your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp peak and watching it pucker even more.

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he ground against you. “I'm going to take you right here.”  He declared, his tone brooking no argument. “I'm going to bend you over and bury myself inside you until you scream my name.”

Terry's fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear in one swift motion. He kicked them aside carelessly, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” He commanded, his pants 

straining over his obvious arousal.

You complied, your breath hitching as you stepped out of your pants and slowly widened your stance, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but also incredibly turned on. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you with a hungry, possessive gaze that made you feel like the most desirable thing in the world. 

"Fuck, Elyse," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, then sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against him so you could feel his hard length pressing against your stomach. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as his other hand delved between your legs, his fingers finding your wet, sensitive folds. 

You moaned into his mouth, your body bucking against his touch, seeking more friction, more pressure. "So fucking ready for me," he murmured against your lips, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he began to circle your clit, his touch both teasing and torturous. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it."

“You're dripping for me already, he observed, his voice a low, approving growl. “Your body knows exactly what it needs.”

Without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your folds, groaning at your taste. Delicious, he purred, diving back in to lap at your essence. His tongue circled your clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping lower to thrust inside you.

Terry set a relentless pace, fucking you with his tongue while his hands held your thighs apart. He alternated between broad strokes and targeted flicks, reading your reactions and adjusting accordingly. 

You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you held him against you, your hips bucking wildly against his face. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue moving with a skill and intensity that left you breathless and desperate for release.

 "Terry, please," you begged, your voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop. Oh god, don't stop." He responded with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated against your sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that hidden spot that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, the dual sensations pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

 "Come for me, Elyse," he commanded, his voice muffled against your skin. "Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue." Your body obeyed, your muscles clenching around his fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air. He slowed his movements, gently lapping at you as you rode out the waves of pleasure, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked up at you from between your thighs. "That's my girl," he purred, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and unbridled lust.

As your climax crashed over you, Terry sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, prolonging your pleasure. His fingers continued their relentless thrusting, helping to ride out the waves of your release. He lapped at your flowing juices, savoring your taste as he worked you through your orgasm.

Only when the last aftershock had faded did Terry slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. Mmm, you taste even better when you come undone, he purred, crawling back up your body. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Breaking away, Terry quickly shed his clothes, revealing his impressive physique. His dick jutted out proudly, long and thick and already leaking at the tip. “I hope you're ready for round two.”

You panted, your eyes wide with anticipation as you took in the sight of him. 

"I am," you whispered, your voice hoarse from your earlier cries. "I'm ready." He smirked, positioning himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your sensitive, swollen flesh. "Good," he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Because I'm about to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days." 

With that, he thrust into you, filling you in one swift, powerful stroke. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as your body stretched to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips snapping against yours in a frenzied, primal rhythm. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, designed to hit that spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. 

"Fuck," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. 

"You feel so good. So tight. So fucking perfect." His words spurred you on, your body meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your hips rolling and grinding against him as you chased your next release. The room filled with the sounds of your passion—the slapping of flesh, your ragged breaths, and the wet, obscene noises of his cock driving into you. It was raw, it was intense, and it was everything you needed.

“Take it”, he snarled, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. “Take every inch of my dick. This is what you were made for, what you've been craving.”

You moaned, the harsh grip on your hair and hip only serving to heighten your arousal. "Yes," you gasped, your voice breathless and desperate. "I need it. I need you." Your body complied, your muscles relaxing and then clenching around him as he continued to pound into you, each thrust claiming you, owning you. 

"That's it," he grunted, his teeth bared in a feral snarl. "Take it all. Every fucking inch." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with the same ruthless intensity as his cock invaded your body. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the musk of his arousal, and it only spurred you on, your body moving in sync with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. "You feel so good," you whimpered against his lips, your voice a desperate plea. "So deep. So hard." He pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense and possessive. 

"I'm going to come inside you," he growled. "I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum. Until there's no doubt in your mind who you belong to." His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you, your inner muscles clamping down on him as your body neared its second peak. 

"Terry," you cried out, your voice a mix of plea and warning. "I'm close. So close." He responded with a low, dangerous chuckle, his pace never faltering. "Come for me, Elyse," he commanded. 

"Come all over my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy milk me dry." And with that, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you with such force that you saw stars, your body convulsing and clenching around him as he continued to drive into you, chasing his release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling into you.

Your eyes looked at him pleading for more. In a flash, Terry flipped you onto your hands and knees, kicking your legs apart. He ran a possessive hand down your spine, reveling in the way your skin pebbled under his touch. “This view is breathtaking”,  he murmured appreciatively, admiring the way your ass lifted invitingly.

Without warning, Terry grabbed your hips and slammed back inside you, setting a punishing pace from the start. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deep, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. “Fuck, you take me so well” he grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "Your cunt is like a vise, squeezing me so fucking tight." His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he used your body for his pleasure, each thrust brutal and unforgiving. "You feel that, baby?" he panted. "You feel how deep I am inside you? I could stay here forever, buried in your tight, wet pussy." 

You moaned, your arms shaking with the effort of holding yourself up as he pounded into you. "Yes," you cried out, your voice hoarse and desperate. "I feel it. I feel all of you." He reached around, his hand finding your clit, his fingers rubbing and circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. "Come again for me," he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "I want to feel that pussy milk me dry a second time." Your body obeyed, your muscles clenching and unclenching around him as another orgasm built, this one even more intense than the last. 

"Terry," you screamed, your voice echoing through the room. "I'm coming! I'm coming so hard!" He responded with a low, satisfied growl, his body tensing as he found his own release, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his seed once again. "Fuck," he grunted, his body slowing to a stop, his chest heaving with exertion. "You fucking destroy me." He collapsed forward, his body covering yours, his lips finding the shell of your ear. "And I fucking love it," he whispered, his voice a low, contented rumble.

Once he had his fill of you, it still wasn't enough to satisfy his sexual needs. With preternatural strength, he easily lifted you off your knees, impaling you fully on his thick cock as he stood. Terry's other hand slid up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse jump. “Hold on tight, baby. Daddy's going to fuck you up.”

He began to bounce you on his shaft, using gravity to drive you down onto him with each upward thrust. The new position allowed him to reach even deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every plunge. Terry's hips snapped up to meet yours, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You cried out, your head falling back against his shoulder as you clung to him, your nails digging into his forearm wrapped around your throat. "Terry!" you screamed, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Oh god, you're so deep. So fucking deep." He growled in approval, his teeth nipping at your shoulder as he continued to impale you on his cock, his hips moving in a relentless, punishing rhythm. "That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take it all. Every fucking inch." 

His hand on your throat tightened slightly, restricting your air flow just enough to heighten your senses, making every touch, every sound, every sensation more intense. You could feel your body coiling tight, your muscles tensing as you climbed towards another earth-shattering orgasm. "I'm close," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "So close, Terry. Don't stop. Please don't stop." He responded with a low, dangerous chuckle, his pace never faltering. "I won't, baby," he promised, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. "I'm going to fuck you right over the edge. And when you come, you're going to drench my cock. Aren't you?"

 You could only nod, your body beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but the raw, primal need to be fucked, to be filled, to be claimed. And as if sensing your need, Terry's hand left your throat, his arm snaking around your waist, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing and circling the sensitive nub with a skill and precision that left you breathless. "Come for me, Elyse," he commanded, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Let me feel that beautiful pussy come undone on me." 

And with that, you shattered, your body convulsing and clenching around him as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, your screams of pleasure echoing through the room, your body milking his dickfor all it was worth.

In a instant, you felt Terry’s fangs pierce through your neck, sending electrical sparks through your body as you came on his dick. 

You gasped, your body jerking as Terry's fangs sank into your neck, the sharp pain immediately giving way to a surge of pleasure that sent electrical sparks dancing across your skin. 

"Terry!" you cried out, your voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy as your orgasm intensified, your inner muscles clamping down on his cock with a force that left you seeing stars. He groaned against your flesh, the vibration sending shivers down your spine as he began to drink from you, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Each thrust was a claim, a possession, a declaration of ownership. 

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he continued to feed, his cock pulsing inside you, drawing out your orgasm until you were a boneless, trembling mess in his arms.

As your blood flowed into his mouth, mixing with your honeyed nectar, Terry let out a guttural moan of pure ecstasy. The combination of flavors, the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down on him like a vice, the sound of your cries of rapture - it all pushed him over the precipice.

With a final, brutal thrust, Terry buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in long, thick spurts. He continued to feed from your neck, swallowing greedily, prolonging both your orgasms. His hips jerked erratically, riding out the waves of his intense release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Terry withdrew his fangs, lapping at the puncture wounds to seal them.

He gently lowered you to the ground, your body still trembling with the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Terry hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of primal satisfaction and something softer, more tender, shining in their depths. "Elyseee," he murmured, his voice a low, hoarse whisper, "you are incredible. Every fucking time."

 He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the ferocity of his actions moments ago. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your palm. "Terry," you replied, your voice soft and sated, "that was... intense. You're incredible." 

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing, reminding you of the pleasure he could bring. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving your gaze. "I meant what I said," he said, his voice serious and intense. "You're mine. Forever. And I'm going to spend every day making sure you never forget it." He rolled off you, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest, his cock still semi-hard and nestled between your ass cheeks.

 "Rest, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Because when you wake up, I'm going to fuck you all over again." You smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into his embrace, your body already anticipating the next round of pleasure. "Promise?" you whispered, a soft, contented sigh escaping your lips.