brothers best friend! Rafe who stroked his cock to the thought of the way you looked in your little bikini when he was at your house for your brother, spurting heavy ropes of cum when he remembered the way your boobs almost kept slipping out of your flimsy top, and the blush that coated your cheeks when you adjusted itâwondering if anyone saw, but of course, rafe did.
brothers best friend! Rafe who was supposed to be staying the night for your older brother, but somehow ended up finding himself in front of your cracked door, watching the way you rode your stuffed animal. He couldnât seem to control himself as his hand slid into his boxers, whining, wishing it was him. His hand was pressed to his mouth as you played with your sensitive buds, afraid heâd moan too at the sight in front of him.
brothers best friend! Rafe who made sure to sit next to you at the dinner table. Laughing at your brothers sports jokes as he trailed a hand up your thigh. Your breath hitched as you felt him rub you through your panties, and suddenly you were happy you wore a skirt. Rafes cock was unbelievably hard, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you silly as he watched you lick some sauce off that had accidentally gotten on your finger.
brothers best friend! Rafe who tightly held his hand over your mouth after youâd gotten a little too loud from the way he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. His cock stretched you open, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout your girly room. Tears brimmed your eyes, but all you could do was clutch the sheets beneath you as his tip hit your cervix repeatedly.
brothers best friend! Rafe who had made you cum at least 3 times on his cock, the wetness on your bedsheets below you proof of his work. You were so fucked out, unable to form a coherent sentenceâonly able to moan Rafes name repeatedly. âGood girl, princess. Know itâs a lot, but you can give me another one, yeah?â He whispered softly in your ear as he lazily fucked into you still. Your pussy was beyond sensitive, and your nearly screamed as his hand came down to play with your clitâbut you didnât want to disappoint him. âY-Yes, oh my god, Rafe!â You whimpered out. Rafe hummed in approval as your legs shook from overstimulation, but he didnât let up. âFuckinâ perfect.â He muttered.
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his body quivered under yours in anticipation, and his curious eyes were hooded with lust as he watched you align your entrance with this cock. âSay it, rafey.â You urged, teasing the tip of his entrance against your clit, feeling his precum smear and mix with your juices. Rafe bit his lip harshly, almost as if he were holding it back. You clicked your tongue at his defiance. âHmm, maybe you donât deserve this then, huh?â You sighed as you moved to get off of him.
Rafes hand flew to your waist, instantly stopping you. Still chewing on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes met yours. âM sorry, Iâll be good for you, âpromise.â He said, and you smiled cruelly at the way his aching member twitched against your cunt, begging for your attention. âThen say it, baby.â You cooed, rubbing your slick up and down his cock with your pussy.
you couldâve sworn you heard the faintest, needy whimper slip past his lips. âNeed you to fuck me, please.â He groaned out. You laughed at how pathetic he looked sprawled under you with bite marks covering his chest, followed by stains of your lipstick. âMm, good boy, arenât you?â You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as you suddenly sank down into him, completely enveloping his cock in your warmth. âOooh, fuckâplease, pleaseââ he chanted over and over as you bounced up and down, hypnotized by the way your breasts bounced with you. Your hand found itâs way to his throat, putting just enough pressure to remind him that itâs you who has this power over him.
âGonna milk you dry.â You moaned out, fueled by the way his hands gripped onto your hips like his life depended on it. You could feel his cock twitching in you, signaling his release approachingâbut the twisted side of you wanted more. âM gonna cum, oh god, fuckââ he whimpered out, tears lining his eyes, the most helpless heâs ever felt. âBeg.â You said, lightly slapping the side of his face.
âPlease let me cum, I-I canâtâmommy, please.â He said between moans, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to delay his release. You hummed in approval as you sped up your pace, squirting all over his cock with a loud moan as you felt him paint your insides.
Your lover, Lestat, was sickening in every way possible. Sickeningly charming. Sickeningly cunning. Sickeningly handsome. He was the master of manipulation, with his charismatic tendencies aiding him. Lestat, controlling in every sense of the word, seemed to control everything and everyone around himâexcept for you. And God, did it drive him absolutely mad.
Lestat was so used to getting his way. Torturing peoples bones till they bended to his liking, before meeting their inevitable doom and snapping. Rubble at his feet. He had a way with words, that was no surprise and was well known by those who knew him and lived. He was a greedy, narcissistic man, but youâyou were his remedy. The right to his wrongs.
Lestat bowed for no one, yet heâd fall to his knees in your presence if youâd ask. He was an evil man, yes, he knew this to be a fact. But that didnât matter to him, when little olâ you peered up at him through those bashful lashes of yours like he was nothing but a saint. How could someone so devastatingly beautiful be the devil himself?
Lestat was madly in love, madly obsessed, and madly captivated all in one. An ambush of tiny angels plucking at the dead strings of his unbeating heart in a chilling melody only you knew the chords to.
Sex was an otherworldly experience. He was your first everything, including your first time. He was gentle, loving, and tender with each thrust heâd give you. Strings of praise slipping past his lips in his native tongue, accent thick and heavy as sweat dripped down his forehead. He was holding himself back, afraid his power would hurt you. Heâd laid with mortals, uncaring of their comfortâbut even as you were a vampire, he treated you like you would accidentally break at any moment. More fragile than human.
âOur beings as we know them are tied for eternity now, mon cher. I am yours as you are mine.â
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god, Spooky canât stand you. always wearing those shortsâthe ones that your ass cheeks hang out in. running around with your flimsy tube tops, nipples peeking through. Somehow being mixed into his brothers friend group, but not being involved in their messes. You were kinda just the friend they kept around cause your daddy sells weed to the people in Brentwood, so they got major discounts! but of course they loved you.
god, the amount of times heâs gotten a flash of the thin little hot pink thong straps you wearâor when you bend over to pick up something right in front of him; he thinks youâre doing it on purpose at this point! So heâs puzzled when you stand back up and whip around with an oblivious smile and innocent look in your eyes. He always has to do the thinking for you cause your silly brain canât really comprehend whatâs going on with the freakin roller world money your friends keep blabbering about that spooky wasnât supposed to know about! Too bad, you already told him when you were mindlessly yapping about your day!
he would totally say something like, âdidnât know I was gettin a free show, baby.â After he walked in on your trying to shimmy off your skin tight, mid thigh dress. You blushed and weakly tried to shove him out of the room, only in your panties and matching bra. But it was like pushing a brick wall, and the way your clothed breasts pressed against him had him going crazy! So he felt like his body acted on its own when he grabbed the flesh of your ass with one hand, and your throat with the other.
He inhaled your scent, muttering a string of profanities in his mother tongue as he kissed the side of your jaw. âBeen tempting me too much lately, cariĂąo. Mâonly a man at the end of the day.â He breathed against you, watching the way your shorter body trembled under his touch. âI have needs. Nâ itâs your job to take care of them like I always take care of you, ma.â
so of course as soon as he said that, his hand harshly pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to him. He pinched one of your nipples, pulling it a little before releasing. Soon, your knees collided with the hard wood beneath youâd, and his cock was slapping against your cheek, leaving a trail of his sticky pre-cum. âSâright, niĂąa. Put that pretty mouth to better use.â He smirkedâthat fucking smirk. The one that made you week in the knees.
You knew you were done for.
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the taste of metal traced his tongue that danced between your thighs. The graze of his sharpened teeth pricking at the flesh of your skin. The fanning of his breath sending a chill down your spine as he drew closer to your core, where you needed him most. A desperate craving to feel any part of him, in fear you might never again. His fangs that sank into your thighs, marking you for anyone else who dared get close enough to see.
âNo one will ever have you like I do.â He whispered, his voice eerily calm considering the vile things he was doing to you. Your panties pushed to the side, a wet tongue pressed to your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pressure. Your hand found his hair, gripping it rather harshly. Any mortal would have wept, but Armand was no mortal. No silly boy playing around with a lack of experience. No, he was a man who had been alive 514 exhausting years, the least he could do is learn how to properly please a woman.
It was a game he played. He always won. You liked to tell yourself itâs because you let him, but you knew better. Like prey being hunted, every time you grasped your freedom, Armand would find you. Claw you back in, and leave you little room to escape. A game of cat and mouse, that usually ended with you in the same coffin as him. You couldnât think straight, not with his voice filling your head even as he ate you out like blood was nothing compared to your juices.
âFoolish girl. Ungrateful for the dark gift given to you. Eating mice and goats, rather than humans. Have you any idea how hard of a task it was to not drain you dry when I turned you?â His voice echoed in your head like an unwanted siren. âGet out. Out of my head, maitre.â You shook your head back and forth at the overwhelming pleasure as his fingers prodded your entrance. âI made you. Donât forget that. So silence, so I can do as I please with you, fledgling.â
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his fingers grazed through your hair, tugging at your roots almost soothingly as tears rolled down your cheeks. The powerful man had you bent over his lap. âYou know how I feel about you slumming around with mortals, darling.â Elijah whispered in your ear tauntingly. His free hand traced circles over your reddened assâhis handprint evident. His rings induced more pain than youâd like to admit, but it was an addictive feeling. âM sorry, sorryâplease, I wonât do it again. Was jusâ trying to be nice.â You whimpered out.
His hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, pulling you up by your hair ever so slightly. His warm breath fanned your neck as he inhaled your scent. âMmm, he looked very comfortable, you know. Putting his arm over your shoulderââ he said, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger at your entrance. âWhispering in your earâhad you all giggly, hm, baby?â He said, entering a finger slowly.
you gasped at the intrusion of his fingers that were much longer and thicker than yours. âTell me, what was so funny?â He asked as he began to repeatedly slam his fingers into you. You were at a loss for words, the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning like a bitch in heat. âYou just wanted my attention, didnât you? Little minx.â He laughed, deep and full of knowing. âSay it, or Iâll stop.â He urged, fingers never faltering.
âY-Yesâohmygodd! Please, needed this so baddd..â You moaned out, your words slurring. Elijah loved having you like this. Bent and at his mercy, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with you. âThatâs ittt, good girl.â He said, voice low and full of need as he listened to the sloppy noises your juices on his fingers were making.
the situation you were in now made you contemplate your previous choices. your face was pushed harshly into Rafe Cameronâs silk sheets in his dimly lit room, back positioned into an almost painful arch. The money youâd stolen from him, roughly in the mediocre thousands, you thought he wouldnât notice was missing. Rafe swam on money, so surely, he wouldnât notice if just a little bit was missing, right? Wrong!
his cock slammed into you at a brutal pace, relentlessly hitting that one, spongey spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and desperate pleas slip past your drool covered lips. You spent all the money you had stolen from the man fucking you into oblivion, and this was the only way you could pay him back.
âTakinâ this dick like a real pogue, huh?â He chuckled in your ear tauntingly as his hand balled into a fist in your hair, further pushing your face into his sheets. He was rough with you, sparing no mercy as his hand came down to slap your ass as it bounced against him with every thrust. âR-Rafe, please! Mâsorry, god, oh my godââ you cried out. You felt powerless as he held your arms behind your back with one hand.
âSheâs just sucking me in, fuckkk..â he groaned, throwing his head back. âGonna cum in this pussy, yeah? Thatâs what you want? Say it, baby.â He urged in a sickeningly sweet tone, almost mocking. Your legs were shaking and your cunt was dripping with your slick, the sound of your juices heard with each thrust. âCum in my pussy, Rafeâpleaseâneed it.â You whimpered out desperately, your words slurring together.
âGood fuckinâ girl. Knew you pogues had manners.â
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PAIRINGS: the vampire Louis De Pointe Du Lac x Fem! Mortal! OC
WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood, blood consumption, alcohol consumption, mentions of killing, mention of Lestat, no Claudia, reader is perceived as innocent, age gap, OC being turned into a vampire, inaccurate timeline probably, YES I USED LINES FROM THE SONG DONT HATE ON MY GRIND.
NSFW WARNINGS: light choking, biting, sir kink, manhandling, blood, fingering, making out, p in v, creampie, praise, overstimulation, power play, slight corruption kink? Idk
The year was 1925, 15 years after Louis had been turned into a godforsaken vampire, doomed to the harsh life of an unwilling immortality of lies and betrayal.
The dark gift was taking, the worst of its flaws and punishments being that every night you woke and walked amongst the living. The bitter feeling of no longer being mortal, and forgetting what it was once like to be a regular human amongst the crowd, rather than a predator picking out its prey in the sea of flesh.
Day after day, party after party, body after bodyâto be short, it was a routine. A boring one, at that.
He noticed her dress first, long and drug behind her. Baby pink in color, with periwinkle and a flamingo pink shade of flowers adorning the fabric. Diamonds glistened under the light of the expensive chandelier, and her white gloved hands reached for a deep red champagneâthe vibrancy he imagined her blood would be.
A long white feather sprouted out from her mass of curls, a dark chocolate with an odd singular strip of white rooted at the front of her hair, framing her face. Where her white strand of hair was rooted almost melted down onto her face, a pale patch of skin on her forehead stood out.
Her face was decorated in moles, almost perfectly hand placed by God herself. Lips plump, parted as his enhanced hearing heard every soft breath that passed. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she scanned the room, oblivious to the bright eyes staring at her.
She was out of place. He knew that she knew she didnât belong in a place like this, but that only lead to the question of why she was here, in a room of people money and sex hungry. The complete opposite of her.
Her voice echoed in his head, and he couldnât help but let out a laugh. âI wonder if thereâs cake. This drink is awful.â How sweet. In a room of smoke and drunken men, sheâs worried about eating cake.
The dark angel lurked against the walls of the extravagant room, looking at the beauty in every angle possible. A lamb. His lamb. So pure, unbeknownst to the evils around each corner she turned. âWhat is your name, girl?â He spoke, using his mind as communication.
He visibly saw her freeze. Like her heart stopped beating in her bodyânot yet. Her heart would not yet stop beating. âWhat?â She replied, aloud, desperately looking around the room to match the voice to a faceâtill her eyes stopped on him.
Their eyes connected. Heat rose through her in a fiery roar, curiosity and conflict dancing in her eyes with the smallest hint of fear. Fear was normal. Humans lived off of fear, itâs was the reason for everything if you peeled away enough layers.
âYouâve found meâ Louis smiled. She felt her heart begin to beat again. Her hands balled into fists against her dress, a wad of fabric curled into a ball. âHow are you doing this?â She asked, eye contact between the two never once being broken.
âCome.â Was all he replied. He left the large room full of lousy people, around the corridors, and out through the back. He was met with a dark alley, a rather clean oneâstill boxes scattered around, though. Humans weâre filthy. Like toddlers who didnât know how to clean up after themselves.
She followed behind him till they were standing mere feet apart from each other outside in the privacy of the night. âWho are you?â She finally spoke after a long moment of silence.
âI am whatever you perceive me as. Most call me the devil.â He chuckled. The first few years after his changing, he took offense to it. Hated being called it. Pondered if he really was the Devil. He knows he isnât now. Farthest from it.
âYouâre too handsome to be considered suchâ she smiled, two dimples. She was genuine, not a hint of lie detected in her speech. âI ainât got nothinâ on you.â He replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets nervouslyânervously? How peculiar.
Louis felt like a schoolboy all over again. Giddy at the compliment she gave, flush rising to his cheeks faintly over her eyes pondering over his existence. âWhat is your name?â She asked, her head tilted ever so slightly.
âLouis De Pointe Du Lac.â He said, pridefully. She thought for a momentââmy daddy used to go to that place you own, Iâm not sure what itâs called?ââ she said, urging him to finish her thought. âThe Azalea. My money maker.â A charming smile graced his face.
âMaybe I should go sometime.â She said, a cheeky smile playing at her lips. Louis let out a breath of air as he softly shook his head. âNah, thatâs not the place for you, babyâ
âYeah? then what is the place for me, Mr. du Lac?â She whispered, glancing down at the bottom of her dresses as she nervously fiddled with her fingers behind her back. His hand found her chin, lifting her head to do their eyes could once again meet.
âBright as the morning, arenât you?â He whispered back. His voice was laced with desire, yet he was holding himself back. Louis was in fear, for the first time in a long time. He was fearful to taint the aura of innocence the damsel carried around with her. He didnât want to have to be the one to burst her bubble. But somewhere inside of him did.
âWhat are you, Mr. du Lac?â She said, her tone more serious than before as her eyes swirled with curiosity. But after all, it was curiosity that killed the cat. âIâm a vampire.â He replied calmy, like it was an every day occurrence. She giggled.
âOh yeah, then where are your fangs?â She teased. Louis quirked a brow, taken aback for a moment. His mouth opened large enough for her to watch as his fangs protrudedâwhite, and sharp. She brought her finger to the tip of his tooth, pricking her finger.
Crimson spilled from her small wound, and her scent clouded his mind. He couldnât have her like thisânot yet. It wasnât her time still. Louis couldnât help himself as he gently grabbed her wrist, holding it in place as his tongue met with the pad of her finger, sufficiently licking up any traces of blood.
âFuckâyou taste like pineapple.â He mumbled, placing a soft kiss against her wound before forcing himself to pull away, again, in fear of harming her. âMy name is ThĂŠrèse.â She let out a shaky breath. He knew it wasnât from fear, but rather arousal.
His hand reached for her waist, pulling her close to his body. Her chest was flush against his, and her cleavage was on display. She looked like an angel, sent down just for him. He knew he didnât deserve her, shouldnât have even been able to be in her presenceâyet the way she felt against him felt so right, and that feeling wasnât something he could deny or dismiss.
Their noses brushed against each other, and their lips were mere centimeters apart. One move and they would be touching. âThĂŠrèse.â He said. Her name sounded like velvet on his tongue, and she longed for him to say it for centuries to come. To hear him call out for her. To her.
Their lips crashed together, the kiss desperate. The metallic taste of her blood lingered on his tongue, yet it only made her all the more eager to have him. Their tongues danced together, a fight for dominance that ThÊrèse easily gave up. He explored her mouth, and she allowed him.
This would be the first of many things she would allow him to do. She allowed him to hold her hand delicately as he guided her through the busy roads of their town. He had a certain way about him, but she couldnât put her finger on it. Enchanting, almost. Alluring, maybe. Possibly a word non-existing.
His hand was cold to the touch, which ThèrĂŠse found odd, yet she had not comment to give. She was aware he was not quite human, but she wasnât ready to accept what he was yet. Just a few moments, maybe days longer, sheâd like to live in a carefree bliss. He respected and supported her unvocalized wish.
âHow long have you lived here, Louis?â He sighed, glancing around at the town heâd known all his immortal life. âForever.â He replied. âThe white people are ignorant. Greedy liars, most of them. They feed off of the red district, and all the people in it.â He said.
âI made the Azalea to counteract them. Get the white mans money.â He finished. She hummed in acknowledgment.
ThèrĂŠse was Hispanic, and immigrant from overseas. A land conquered by natives with the white people invading like the Huns invaded Rome. It was tragic, being forced to move far away from all sheâd known since she was 17. She was now at the ripe age of 22 years old, standing at 5â5 without shoes on.
âWas it hard?â Louis asked, glancing over at her. She quirked a brow in confusion. âWas what hard?â She asked. Louis looked up at the sky. It was dark. The way it had been for years. Darkness was now the only thing heâd ever be able to see. âLeaving your home. To travel such great lengths.â
She decided not to ponder on how he knew, in fear of messing up the content atmosphere they had created. âYes. I left many family members and friends behind. But, I endured. For my family, I endured.â She responded, almost as if robotically.
âI was going to be forced to marry a white man named Humbert had I not left. The life I saw before me was not what I had planned, but I am grateful for the freedom I have now grown accustomed to.â She responded. She looked up at the sky with him.
âTheyâre beautiful.â She started. âI wish to see space. To feel the heat of the stars.â She whispered, pausing her walking with Louis next to her, close enough to have their shoulders bumping. âThe stars get exhausting when you look at them long enough.â He whispered back.
âI think I could spend a lifetime looking at them.â She said, a smile gracing her lips. She looked beautiful like this, and Louis wished to remember this exact scene before him for the rest of his life. âBe careful what you wish for, ThèrĂŠse.â He responded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his clean slacks.
They walked throughout the night, hand in hand. The moonlight created highlights that emphasized their alluring features, and for the first time in a long time, Louis was in love. And for the first time ever, ThèrÊse was too.
They stopped at a gated entrance, and beyond it, was Louis home he hadnât showed anyone who lived to tell. ThèrĂŠse would be the first mortal he brought to his home without killing, and she would be the last as he opened the gate, allowing her to go in first.
A small hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her throughout the house she had entered after walking through an outside area of the house. âYou live here? By yourself?â She asked him, glancing over her shoulder as her eyes wandered over the antiques of the house.
âYeah, I live by myself now.â He said, shrugging off his expensive jacket and hanging it on a rack. ThèrĂŠse felt an unfamiliar heat spread throughout her body as she watched him loosen the cuffs of his sleeves and collar of his shirt. âNow?â She asked.
âHad a roommate. We didnât work out. He was a cunt.â He said, walking to a table and picking up a wine glass, pouring some for himself. âI know you donât like wine. Iâm afraid I have nothing else to drink, but if you would like some then tell me.â He said, taking a sip.
ThèrĂŠse watched the way he swallowed it, visibly seeing it travel down his throat. Her eyes zeroed in on the droplet the fell from his lipsâand her head was suddenly spinning with thoughts of him consuming her blood.
It mustâve been the wine she had drunken before she arrived. Thatâs gotta be it, right? Why else would she be having such vile thoughts?
He didnât give her time to linger on the thought much longer as he began to unbotton his shirt, ever so slowly walking closer to her. Almost like he was hunting herâbut he wasnât. He wouldnât allow himself to hunt such a pure being.
ThèrĂŠse fiddled with the rings on her gentle fingers, watching, unsure of what to do as his shirt was swiftly removed, displaying his body. Slim, yet fit. She longed to trace over every piece of him, to memorize Louis inch by inch so she wouldnât forget this very night.
His hands reached out to her. One placed delicately on the base of her neck, and the other, roughly pulling her body to his by her waist. Her breath got caught in her throat, and she couldnât seem to stop herself from glancing down at his lips.
âLouisâŚâ She said breathlessly. He could feel her heat radiating off of her, especially from where his hands were touching her body. He could smell the slick between her thighs he knew were meaty under her dress. âNeed this off of you.â He said, tugging at her dress.
âYou gonâ let me take it off you, mama?â He asked, gently as he searched her eyes for an answer. âPlease.â She said, almost desperately, making her face flush in embarrassment. Louis laughed at her eagerness.
He removed her dress from her body, following with her gloves. She covered her breasts with her hands shyly, laced panties still on. Her dress was pulled at her feet and Louis removed her hands from covering herself.
Thèrèsesâ nipples hardened under the rather cold air of his odd home. Louis hands cupped them, inspecting them with such admiration. âSo pretty. So fuckinâ pretty.â He said, kissing a mole above her areola, down to where her perk nipple was.
He suckled it harshly into his mouth, massaging the other with his free hand. ThèrÊse whimpered at his assault on her nipple, watching as he switched to the other one. His tongue reached out to kitten lick her nipple as he held eye contact with her.
ThèrĂŠsesâ thighs squeezed together as the burn between her thighs grew uncomfortably. âYou gonna let me have you?â He asked, trailing one of his hands down to her panties. He kissed along her neck, all the way up, till he was at her mouth again.
âYes, Louis.â She mumbled. Louis clicked his tongue. âTry again.â He urged. He pushed her panties to the side, slowly sliding in one of his slender fingers. Years of pleasurable experience revealing itself as he worked at her cunt.
âY-Yes, sir. OhâOh god.â She whimpered out as she felt another finger prod at her entrance. Two of his fingers slammed into her sopping hole at an alarming rate. ThèrĂŠse felt herself grow weak in the knees, and Louis knew as he held her up. âShh.â He whispered, his breath fanning her ear.
He slipped out his fingers and slightly bent down just enough to reach her bottom as he slightly tapped it. âJumpâ he said. ThèrĂŠse jumped, wrapping her legs around Louis slender waist, and her arms around his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, leaving small opened mouth kisses.
âSo needy, arenât you? You all needy for me?â He asked, even though he confidently knew what the answer was. ThèrĂŠse nodded her head against him, afraid her voice would betray her if she spoke and said anything.
He threw her onto the couchânot hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her bounce slightly on the cushion. He wanted to see her bounce on him. The imagine of her on top of him trying her hardest to ride him while her breasts moved with each of her bounces made his cock twitch.
ThèrÊse was more overwhelmed than she had been her whole life. No one had ever seen her this bare as he took her panties off. She was ashamed to be letting him to these things to her, but she was more ashamed at the fact she grew aroused from it. Aroused from the power difference between them.
She might not have known to what extent his strength lied, but she knew he was strong. Strong enough to probably lift her with just a finger. The idea that he could bend her and use her to his liking sent a shiver down her spine of want. She needed him in every way she could have him.
Louis spread her legs apart, revealing her aching, wet cunt that looked almost painfully in need to be taken care of. Two of his fingers found their way back inside of her, working at her gummy walls as she whined and whimpered under him.
âShh, I know. I know.â He whispered, his fingers growing more erratic. âWant youâin me, please.â She said desperately, a hand cupping his face. He was breathtaking. His thumb skillfully rubbed her clit at a slow pace, almost as if he was trying to sooth whatever pain ThèrĂŠse mightâve been feeling.
âGonna make you feel fuckinâ amazing.â He said, pulling out his fingers. He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down along with his undergarments just enough to reveal his cock. ThèrĂŠse couldnât help but just stare at it in a mix of emotions of fear, arousal, and excitement.
Fear from how intimidating it looked; long and uncut with a patch of curly hair at the top. ThèrÊse felt nasty as she realized just how badly she wanted to lick his happy trail. Arousal from his mushroom tip that was pulsing with desire, and pre cum leaking from his tip. Excitement bubbled as ThèrÊse thought about the events that were mere seconds from unfolding in front of her.
He slapped his meaty cock onto her pussy tauntingly, a wet, heavy sound, loud and prominent. She clenched around nothing, but slowly felt his tip enter her. It was a painful stretch as he slid himself in, inch by inch, trying his hardest not to hurt her.
Louis restrained himself as she clenched around him tightly. He knew this was the closest to heaven heâd ever get, with the angel under him at his mercy. His to do with whatever he pleased and saw fit. His in every aspect of her mortal, and soon immortal, being. Soul tied and bound to the earth together for eternity was the way he wanted to spend his days with her.
âOh my Godâoh fuckââ she gasped out, mouth hung slightly agape. Pain shot through her first, eyes watering as evidence, but was soon followed after with an immense pleasure she never knew she could feel. âNot God, ThèrĂŠseâMe.â He huffed as he gripped her thighs, throwing them over his shoulder.
Louis began to move his hips against her, slowly at firstâthen, in the blink of an eye, he snapped. The self restraint he forced himself to have was gone, and a seemingly sweet and charming man was replaced by a domineering beast.
At an inhumane pace, his cock hammered into her. His hands dug into her thighs in a tight gripâa grip so tight, his sharp nails broke skin. The scent of her blood filled his senses, and he went feral. His lips found her neck as he leaned down, leaving desperate kisses to subside the pain he was soon going to inflict on her porcelain throat.
âLouisâwaitââ she pleaded, but made no movement to stop him. The pleasure was overwhelming as she arched her back into him, grasping onto his skinâstill cold to the touch. Why was he so cold? She felt something sharp pierce the side of her throat, but oddly enough, the pain was overruled by the way he fucked her.
ThèrĂŠse wouldnât be living much longer. âYouâre to sweet for me.â He groaned, licking at the wound on her neck he had created. He watched blood ooze out of her, enjoying the crimson that decorated her neck. The familiar taste of pineapple was nothing if not addicting.
ThèrÊse felt weak, her body unable to hold itself up any longer as she grew light headed. The room began to spin, and ThèrÊse now knew she was no longer seeing things as his fangs poked two more holes near her wrist. Blood poured out of her and into his mouth.
Was this the way she would die? At the hands of the most charming man sheâd ever met? The vampire who sealed her fate stopped sucking, slit his own wrist, and brought it to ThèrĂŠsesâ mouth.
He fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Her moans got caught on his wrist as his blood trickled down her throat. Thèrèse, pupils dilated and on a high, felt her end near as she clutched his wrist to her mouth like she would never be able to drink the forbidden liquid ever again.
Louis snatched his wrist back from her mouth quickly before she made herself sick. He knew she would want more blood, so he instead flipped ThèrĂŠse onto all fours, arching her ass into the air. Thèrèse cried and begged for Louis wristâhis cold blood back in her mouth.
âShhh, shut up. Youâve had enough. Donât be greedy, baby.â He scolded, grabbing her by the back of her hair and shoving her face into the cushion. âP-PleaseâLouis, Mâgonna c-cum. Need you.â She begged as she pushed her ass back onto him, meeting his hard thrusts.
Her words began to slur together as his brutal pace never faltered. The grip he had on her waist was bruising, but ThèrĂŠse couldnât even feel it. Her body felt as though it was on fire from head to toe, and the unbearable heat and pressure of her cunt was all too much for the young fledgling.
âYou said you wanted to see the stars forever, right?â He asked, his breath grazing the shell of her ear. He didnât sound like he did earlierâcalm and alluring. He sounded gruff and disheveledâand every word he spoke almost came out in a growl.
He felt his balls tighten, and ever muscle in his body tensed. âGonna stuff this pretty ass cunt. You ready, darlinâ?â He said, his southern drawl laced with every word. âY-yesss.â She groaned out through clenched teeth as his hand found her clit.
He played with her clit like he had been doing this for years, expertly. An overbearing wave of pressure was what made ThèrÊse snap as juices poured out of her. Louis never once slowed down, and his fingers continued to help her ride her high.
Louis didnât stop, still chasing his end. ThèrĂŠse mindlessly took everything he gave her as her pussy grew sore and overstimulated from the relentless of the top of his cock hitting her cervix. âCanâtâI canât, sirââ she choked out, her words sounding almost as if her mind was in a distant place.
âTake it, ThèrĂŠse.â He urged as he bit down onto his lip, trying his hardest to resist sinking his fangs into her again. ThèrĂŠse listened, and the only sounds that escaped her drying lips were moans and whimpers of pleasure. Only Louis would ever be able to see her this wayâthis desperate and in need for him.
âGood girl. Just like that.â He said, stuffing her pussy full of his cum. His head was thrown back in bliss as he fucked his seed into her, deeper and deeper as his high subsided into a dull aching feeling. âDid so well, baby.â He said, his voice shaky.
He slid himself out of her, and watched as his cum spilled from her used hole, and onto his expensive foreign furniture. ThèrÊse laid there, legs sore and head still spinning, now in a painful manner as Louis scooped her up into his arms bridal style.
âS-so youâre really a vampire, huh?â She asked through a long and drug out yawn. He chuckled as he gazed down at her small frame in his arms. âYes, and come tomorrow night, you will be too.â He replied, walking up the stairs of his old home.
âIâm scared, Louis.â She whispered, blinking slowly. ThèrĂŠse grew tired, her eyes heavy with sleep. âYou wonât be for long.â He said reassuringly. âYou have me now. Forever.â He muttered as he pushed open a door.
A singular coffin was placed in the center, right in front of a fire place. Thèrèse was laid in the coffin by Louis, and she watched as he left the room to grab a warmed wash cloth. She was in love. She died in love. And now, for the rest of her dead life, she will continue to live in love with the man who swooned her in the alley.
Vampires say the worst thing to experience from immortal life is a simple thing; loneliness. A feeling Louis knew all too well, and now would never feel again. ThèrĂŠse wasnât Lestat. She wasnât cold, and manipulative. Calculated in every wrong doing. No, ThèrĂŠse was kind and gentle. Thoughtful with every word she spoke and every action she took.
Never again would Louis ever have to worry about being alone.
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