#vampire!leon

Leon had been your partner for years. You had both come out of Raccoon City that night with bruises and wounds of all sorts, but also a brewing friendship. Or maybe even something more.

You trusted each other with everything you had.

So when he started being more aloof and secretive, you immediately sensed something was wrong.

He won’t linger around long enough for you to ever be able to prove it, though. So waiting it out and trying to catch him at the right time seemed like the move for now, but he always avoided you if he had the chance. Missions were different, of course, as you always had to stick together, but if you were back home, then he was nowhere to be found. Admittedly, it was hard. You two were extremely close, so why the cold shoulder?

The two of you were being sent to New York. A quick special-op mission at a gorgeous gala that seemed rather simple compared to the usual guts and gore that you were used to.

Hunnigan gave you the rundown, as well as a wide range of formal gowns to choose from. She knew what styles you liked as well as your favorite colors (and shades, how sweet) so it was smooth sailing. At least something is.

You looked through the variety of fabrics laid before you, trying to make the right decision. Either way, they were all at your disposal (for other missions of course), but all of them were new and you wanted to choose not just a gown, but the right gown.

After a while, you heard Hunnigan call your name, guiding you out of whatever spaced out state you were in. “Hello? You’ve been staring at the same dress for quite some time now… you okay?”

You manage a small smile, although it’s fleeting. “Mhm.”

“Mhm?” she questions, mimicking the exact way the simplified response fell from your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No worries.”

“It’s Leon, isn’t it?” Silence. “Yeah, it is.”

“No it’s not!” you’d argue.

“Your defensiveness tells me otherwise. C’mon, spill. But while you look through the dresses.”

Your hands ghost over them, deciding on one that seemed to flatter you in many ways. The color went well with your skin tone, the neckline was beautiful and the length was just right. That one would certainly be next in line for a try-on.

“He’s been avoiding me, which is so unlike him, and he barely even talks to me anymore. Not even a single dad joke,” you stated, a mixture of concern and slight fury in your tone.

“That’s… weird,” Hunnigan replied rather simply. You just nodded before continuing from where you left off.

“He only talks to me if he absolutely has to, like on missions. I just don’t understand him anymore.”

The other woman shrugged as you went into the bathroom to try on the dress you had picked out. But she still listened outside of the door, regardless of if she was truly interested in lovers quarrels or not (even though you guys weren’t technically together). Your voice was muffled, but she could tell you were deeply hurt by him.

“Maybe he’s just got something going on and doesn’t want you caught up in it. It’s not… unlikely,” she tried to reason, watching you leave the bathroom in the dress you liked. “That could get his attention, though. It looks great on you.”

“Thanks, Ingrid. It’s really pretty…” you trailed off, admiring every detail of the dress. “It’s the one.”

The next few hours went by quickly as you packed everything you needed for the overnight trip to New York. Not much time to sightsee, just a one-and-done mission and a night at a hotel, but maybe it was for the better. You could get back home to… your plants, and… yeah. The plants for sure.

You and Leon boarded the plane, overnight bags in hand. It was an hour and a half tops, but “enough time for talk” in the words of Hunnigan the Wise. But how would you even go about it? “Hey, what’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me recently and it’s not like you,” or “hey so what the f**k is your problem?”

Confrontation sucks.

Maybe it’s not what you need before the mission.

So you take your headphones out of your purse, find a playlist and pretend he doesn’t exist and this isn’t happening for the entirety of the car ride, which doesn’t go unnoticed. But he couldn’t say anything about you not saying anything. A rock and a hard place indeed.

You arrive at the hotel, safe and sound, and make your way to room 407, where you’d find comfort and safety after the gala.

Hunnigan explained that tonight, a rich CEO was throwing a whole “charity” event, which was really a coverup for a money laundering operation, and it was you and Leon’s job to find out more info without getting caught. After you got what you needed, you could take in the capitalist pig as well as take in whoever else was knowingly involved.

Easy, right?

For you and Leon, absolutely.

You got ready for the event, making yourself look as dazzling and rich as humanly possible. Tonight, you were not yourself. You were Elizabeth Richmond, model and sole heir of your father Shaun’s rising tech company. You had a part to play, and that signature line from RuPaul’s Drag Race endlessly repeated in your mind.

As for Leon, he was now Kevin Ryman, your fiancé and co-founder of a cybersecurity company, which saw a dip in profits for a while but recently got back on its feet. Simple enough stories to tell over a glass of their finest beverages, but still not enough to fully dive into in case if someone tries looking for you after. Not too much or too little info, yet just enough to give your persona some detail and allow you both to charm your way through the night and get everything you need in order to shut this whole ordeal down. Shouldn’t be too bad, right? …Right?

You step outside your hotel room, hair and makeup done just right and a gun strapped to your thigh but hidden under your dress. Leon’s waiting across from you, clad in a classic navy suit, leaning against the door to his room. His eyes linger for a moment, wandering, before eventually shifting elsewhere as he begins to leave the hotel, motioning for you to follow. “Silent treatment still?” you thought. A string of curses may have also followed in your thoughts, but who’s to say for sure?

The two of you get in your limo, driven by one of the agents, and make your way to the CEO’s (whom you admittedly forgot the name of) attempt at a Met Gala. You go through the file you were given as a reminder, and ohhh, that’s right. His name was Dave Seville. Easy enough.

“Traffic jam. We’re stuck here for now, but we’ll still make it in time,” the agent (and driver for the night) states, shutting the little window afterwards so you and Leon have privacy.

This is your chance.

“Did I do something?” you question, practically out of nowhere.

Leon looks up from the file in hand, temporarily pausing his review of it. “What makes you say that?”

“Many things, actually, but what’s going on? You’ve barely spoken to me over the last few weeks and it’s honestly scaring me. It’s not like you.”

He can tell that it’s been bothering you for a while, and not just based off of your words, but how passionate you were about it. He had hurt you, and there was no turning back from it. Some of that bond had started to wither, even after all these years. But things die if they’re not cared for properly.

The blond man across from you thought about his words very carefully before speaking up. “I’m just… going through some things right now. I don’t need you or anyone else getting involved in it. That’s all.”

You wanted to reach for his hands, rough from years of field experience but soft in the way they could hold you. You figured if you could hold him, you could comfort him and take away some of that anxiety. But maybe that’s not what he needed right now. Maybe he needed space and everything was just a misunderstanding.

“I understand that, but I’m here for you, Leon. You don’t have to handle it all on your own.”

If only you knew.

He managed to give you a ghost of a smile, and a small nod of acknowledgment, but quickly returned to reviewing the mission details. “I’m Kevin, by the way.”

“Oh screw you.”

“You wish.”

Yeah, you definitely did.

Eventually, you arrive at the gala, which takes place at the Grand Royale Hotel. It was an older building, yet renovated to look more “modern” and blend in with the times. Regardless, whatever architects in charge of the project however many years ago were clearly geniuses.

Staring at the hotel from your window, you don’t realize that Leon has already gotten out of his seat and made his way to your door, opening it for you and offering you his hand. You remember your role and take his hand, following him out of the vehicle and into the hotel.

Chandeliers hang on every ceiling and antiques litter the building, giving it more character. It seems as if they hadn’t completely changed the whole aesthetic just yet. The woman at the front finds your names on the list of guests, and Leon guides you into a crowd of people. Quieted jazz, various voices and laughter that reeks of country clubs begin to swirl around the room, filling the atmosphere. Your eyes shift around, looking for the faces seen in the mission files, carefully picking through everyone to find your targets.

One of them is spotted.

You guide Leon to the older man, known as Richard Armani, a wealthy entrepreneur who was definitely a sketchy guy. Maybe even a rejected Shark Tank member.

“Mr. Armani, it’s a pleasure meeting you here,” you greet, feigning admiration for the man. “I must say, I’m a fan of your work.”

He pauses talking to his group. “Oh, thank you, Mrs…”

“Miss Richmond. Kevin and I aren’t married just yet,” you reply, giving Leon a quick glance and a sweet smile. Leon greets Armani, giving him a firm handshake before returning to face you.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, love.”

“Thank you dear,” you say in response, lightly pecking Leon’s cheek to further sell the story.

Or so you told yourself.

Leon slips off and you continue to talk to Armani, looking for any and all info to incriminate him and dig deeper into Seville’s plans. Anything helps, but you ultimately need something solid, or else Hunnigan would have your head (as close as you two are, she’ll always be expecting the most).

The blond observes you from the bar, admiring the way you looked tonight. You were stunning, and there was a silent hope in the back of his mind that maybe you had romantic feelings for him too. But he knows that especially now, he’ll never be the one to ask. It’s too risky. Too much of a burden on you. So he’ll just watch from afar, keeping you close to his heart but always at an arms distance.

Time passes and the endless chatter continues. It’s rather exhausting in its own way, and quite boring as well. At some point in time, Leon returned with the drinks, as well as a few tips on Seville from people who are struggling to be on good terms with him. It only serves as a reminder to be careful who you let into your inner circle.

You and Leon try to find out what you can while Hunnigan does hardcore deep dives on Seville, working together as quickly and proficiently as humanly possible. After quiet data exchanges, Hunnigan rules that you have enough of what you need to incriminate Dave and other government agents drag him out mid-speech.

Might as well grab a quick drink from the bar before you go!

Eventually, you and Leon make it back to the hotel and you couldn’t be more grateful. You’re just about to rush into your room and change into much more comfortable clothes before you suddenly remember what’s been silently plaguing you the entire time. “Can we talk about it now?”

“…You don’t let up, do you?”

“Nope.”

“I don’t want to be harsh with you, but it’s better that you don’t know.” He reaches for the doorknob, but you push further anyway.

“What happened in Spain?”

“Does it really matter?” It’s not necessarily defensive, more so questioning.

“Yes.”

“God, you’re stubborn.” He’s known it from the start, yet still keeps you around anyway.

“So I’ve been told.”

You couldn’t make it to that mission. They had already sent you to guide a rookie agent on a separate mission in Hong Kong a few hours prior to take down triad boss Kenny Wu. Admittedly, you felt guilty that you couldn’t assist Leon, but you also couldn’t just circle back to help him out. It was his first solo mission in quite some time, and part of him wished that you were there. The other part was grateful you weren’t.

“Just come in and we can talk.” You’re hoping he takes you up on the offer.

He thinks on it, sighs softly and nods.

The blond who sat across from you on your bed didn’t know how to bring such a thing up. That mission was one of the worst he’s had to deal with so far, and he was lucky he made it out somewhat intact.

Somewhat.

Eventually, he cut to the chase.

“It’s not gone,” he says simply, which it comes off rather ambiguous. “It’s still in my veins, I can’t stop it. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You stared at him, “Leon… what did you find there?”

“It found me. The Plaga.”

Your heart drops. What do you even say to somebody in his position? Nothing. You can’t do anything to console them because you never know when/if they’ll turn into… whatever.

“What are you talking about?”

He wants to hold your hands to ground himself, and for a glimpse of a moment, he reaches out, but he sees thin black veins cover his hands and he retracts. He wishes you knew about everything already, but at the same time, he wishes he could guard you from it all. But he can’t. You’re too stubborn. Too kind. You’ll worry no matter what he does or says.

“The people there… Los Illuminados… they had their own virus. The Plaga. It controlled the villagers there, and they infected me and Ashley,” he began to explain. “But I’m not the same as them. Ashley said she cured me but—”

“You’re still infected.”

He almost nodded, looking anywhere but towards you. “By the Plaga, no. By something else it left behind. No one else there seemed to have such a strange reaction to it. Something changed in me. It started with my veins, then my eyes, then… blood-thirst.”

Vampire.

You keep yourself from making some awful Twilight joke to break the awkward feeling that filled the room. This was even worse. There was no cure for this and no one who could help him anymore. You didn’t know what all happened there, but he was alive in a sense. How do you comfort him?

“Please, say something… anything,” he pleads, finally looking into your eyes. Only then do you realize that they’re a dark crimson, as if he was starved.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you say softly with a smile. You can tell by his expression that he’s grateful, and admittedly, he hoped that would be the outcome. He says a quiet “thank you” and begins to excuse himself off, up until you stop him.

“Where are you going?”

The words are caught in his throat. He doesn’t want to say it, because it makes him feel like a monster.

“….I think you already know.” He pauses. “I don’t want to be a monster. I wanted to help people, not hurt them.”

“Is that why you stayed away from me? Because you thought I’d think of you as a monster?”

His darkened irises flicker to you for a mere moment, and then back to the door. He wants to leave. He wants to find a way out. Even so, he’d do anything for you. “That’s not the only reason,” Leon answers almost shamefully. “It’s hard to resist, and I can’t hurt you.”

He hates this. There’s nothing he can do to stop any of it. No one else knows. They can never know, because if they did, he’d be experimented on and killed when they were through with him. That’s how the government — and everything else, really — worked.

So he had to tell you.

“Because I love you,” he says quietly, but he knows you heard it. He finally looks at you, carefully stepping toward you as if he feared you run.

But you didn’t.

“And I can’t let myself hurt someone I love.”

His voice breaks, and you can tell that it’s eating him alive. He never wanted this. He wanted a future with you, if you wanted it too of course, but everything felt like it was ruined now. You rise from the hotel bed, meeting him halfway. The blond looks like he wants to cry, but he doesn’t. He just watches you approach, his heart beating rapidly, as if it were going to explode. He was praying to whoever was listening that you felt the same. Please feel the same.

Your eyes linger on his lips, as if asking for permission. He gave you a small nod, confirming. You cradle his face and the two of you close the distance, the kiss cautious and slow, but sweet all the same. You pull apart for a moment before going back in, deeper this time. More passionate, like it was saying all of the words you’d held back the last six years. His fangs graze your lips, yet not enough to hurt. Your hands wander in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands wander around, yet still remain respectful.

“I love you too,” you whisper, blush dusting your cheeks.

The biggest smile graces his face and he’s practically glowing (not in a “skin of a killer” way). You’ll never know how happy you truly make him.

His crimson irises and black veins serve as a reminder of what he is and what he has to do to survive, but you love him anyway. Something he can’t control isn’t going to change that.

“Don’t go,” you plead softly, fingers gently caressing his face. His hands hold your wrists in a comforting manner, wishing he could stay, but it kills him.

“I can’t stay. Wildlife is far from here, I can’t wait any—”

“Then use me.”

“No… no, not an option,” he says sternly.

You plead, “Leon, please. You won’t make it and I’m not risking losing you.”

Leon winced at the thought of even doing it, but he knows you’re right. He guides you to the bed and sits beside you, treating you as if you’re made of glass. “I’ll be fast,” he promises, his voice almost a whisper. You give him a small nod, a silent “go-ahead.” He moves your hair from your neck and leans in, fangs piercing your soft skin. It hurts for a mere moment, before easing and being replaced with something along the lines of bliss.

Leon takes enough to be satiated for a while but not enough to hurt you any more than he already has. He understands why it’s been so hard to be around you; it’s because the blood of someone you love is much sweeter and intoxicating than any known drug. If he didn’t know better, he’d lose himself in the feeling.

He seals the bite with a kiss, feeling remorse yet gratefulness all at the same time. His eyes slowly return to normal, the black ink in his veins retract and suddenly, he’s just normal Leon again. You smile at him, and he forces himself to smile through the guilt. “I’m fine,” you promise. He doesn’t believe you, but he’ll pretend that he does.

He doesn’t leave your room for a while. Instead, he watches some mindless comedy while you go through your nightly routine and talks to you until you fall asleep. Only after you’ve dozed off does he quietly leave, returning to his own room. Not in a “one night stand” manner, but a “I’m not Edward Cullen, I won’t watch you sleep and I won’t cross boundaries” sort of way.

Leon’s had a rough time sleeping well since the Raccoon City Incident, but that night, he’s slept the best he ever has. And when he wakes, he’ll know that it was all because of you.

You both knew it was going to be rough. There was no way it was going to be easy having a relationship as agents, as well as him being a vampire with no cure for the extended strand of Las Plagas created just yet, but you’d make it work. “That’s what people who love each other do,” you’d tell him. What else is in store for you? Who knows. He was just glad you were there with him from the beginning, and promised to stay until the end.

Dark, fresh blood seeps down your bare chest, clinging to your breasts. It’s your own blood, spilling from your neck like a horror movie. You feel light-headed yet unbelievably euphoric as the vampire watches you smear your own blood around your body, touching and teasing yourself.

He licked his lips, flashing those unbelievable fangs. Little splashes of your blood crimsoned his white poet shirt. He loves it when you play with yourself. His cock is rock hard and dripping through his trousers as you pump yourself with two fingers.

He won’t touch himself, not yet. Not until he feels like he’s got enough out of you.

He watches from a Victorian velvet chair, chin resting in his hand. You, on the other hand, take up the entirety of his bed. Staining his white linen sheets with crimson blood.

“Say my name when you fuck yourself,” The vampire demanded.

You grabbed your breast and pushed your fingers deeper inside yourself, “--Leon,” You gasped.

He bit his knuckle, “Again.”

“Leon, mhmm— Leon.” You panted his name over and over. Yearning for it to be him fucking you.

There was no way the vampire could take it much longer. He was grinding his hips against his pants, intense predator eyes devouring you whole with just his mind.

He starts to undo his belt, and you nearly gag on the anticipation of getting rewarded with his cock. You sit up on your knees, doe eyes begging for the vampire like a devil’s pet.

When he pulls down his trousers, his cock springs out, hard and wet with precum.

You whimper on sight. Getting off on beholding how fucked up Leon gets because of you.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” the words were demanding, but his tone was polite.

You obey, turning and spreading your legs. You arch your back so that you’re perfectly picturesque for Leon. Beautiful pussy dripping for him.

He doesn’t move like you thought he would. He still watches you from afar, like a creature of the night, salivating at the sight.

“Don’t stop, my dear. We’ve only just begun.” Sinister intent candy-coats his sweet hum.

Your fingers slip over folds, rubbing and caressing gently. You whimper the vampire’s name as you tease your opening. “Please, I need you,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up and drain your veins.

“Come here,” Leon beckons you, pointing at the floor between his feet. “Sit.”

You follow, sitting between his legs, inches away from his cock.

Leon’s hands stroke your face and neck, landing on the bite marks on your neck. His fingers caress the wound, causing more blood to spill out. Your eyes were dazed, and your lips hung open like a whore.

The vampire flashed a fanged grin, pressing his tongue to his teeth. A breathy moan escaped his lips as your blood flowed onto his fingers.

He pulled you closer to him and sucked the blood off of your neck. His tongue slithered down to your shoulder and chest, cleaning up the crimson spill.

You moaned loudly, his lips wrapping around your nipple and teasing the tender area with his sharp teeth.

He moans as he licks up the blood on your tits. Your beautiful scent overwhelmed his senses. He can’t believe what he’s done to you, what he’s made of you. He’s in love with you. In love with how good you are when he drinks from your skin.

He lets you go, sitting you back down between his legs. His cock is throbbing, burning red.

Leon’s bloodstained lips purr, “Devour me.”

You push Leon’s shirt out of the way, showing off his beautiful stomach. Your hands grasp either side of his hips, and you wrap your pouty lips around the tip of his cock.

Slowly, your tongue licks down the shaft, followed by your lips sucking his tip.

The vampire’s hungry eyes contradict his restricted and polite words, “More.”

You take him deeper, until his tip reaches your throat. Your tongue laps his shaft while you suck him down your throat. You bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Leon’s head falls back, letting you consume his cock. He’s in disbelief at how you do it. How you fit such a big dick in that pretty little mouth.

“It’s like you were put on this earth to worship me, my dear.” He remarks between moans, dizzy off your mouth.

Nearly gagged, you release his cock, webs of spit drip down your throat. “I’m yours, your everything. do anything to me.” You sing.

“Fuck,” Leon groans. He stands, picks you up, and embraces you tight. You wrap your arms around him, skin pricking at his cold touch.

He makes out with you, kissing you passionately and lovingly. Your toes curl at the taste of your blood on his lips. He picks you up by your legs and lays you on his bed.

He finally takes his shirt off, consuming your sexed-up body with dazed eyes.

Leon’s perfect figure and cold skin are something that should only be made of marble. But he towers over you, flesh and all.

The vampire grins wickedly, “Beg for me.”

Your eyes are as round as the moon, striking and yearning. “I need you everywhere, inside of me, tasting my skin. I’ll do anything. Please, Leon. Fuck me.”

Leon chuckles, impressed by everything you are. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

On your back, you spread your legs for him, trembling from the copious teasing.

Leon hisses, pushing just the tip of his cock into you. You nearly squeal. It’s not enough. He’s driving you mad.

You try to push yourself down into the rest of his cock, but he stops you by wrapping his hands around your neck.

“Impatient are we?” His eyes are dark and unforgiving.

You bite your bottom lip, apologizing.

Leon holds you still by your neck, and he brings his fangs to the same spot, sinking them into your skin.

You thrash and squirm out of pure ecstasy. The feeling of your hot blood pouring directly into his mouth and the tip of his cock stretching your pussy is overwhelming.

You moan and scream. Calling the vampire’s name over and over again.

He rewards you but thrusting his entire cock into you. He groans into your neck as your body yearns so desperately for his.

He thrusts into you slowly, making sure to fill every part of you.

“So good, my love,” he kisses your cheek as he fucks you faster. Leon holds one hand around your neck, keeping pressure on your wound to keep you from bleeding too much. The other hand digs into your breast.

“I dunno how much longer—” you cry, feeling your final orgasm rushing through you like a storm.

“Just a little longer,” Leon pounds his cock so hard into you, getting his fix. “Just a little more.”

“Leon, baby, I’m gonna cum,” Tears are streaming down your face as he plows into your pussy.

Leon licks the remaining blood off his fingers and digs both of his fingers into your hips. His lips crash against yours, intertwining your tongue with his. He fucks you so hard the room is filled with the sounds of your collective moans, cries, and his skin slapping against yours.

“Scream my name,” Leon spits against your lips.

“Leon, ahh, oh my god, Leon!” You howl at the night as pure warmth and relief ignite through your body. Hot cum spills into you, and Leon slowly pumps it back into your pussy with tapering moans.

You’re dizzy and fucked up. He drained you of everything you had.

You fall limply into the bed, and Leon cradles you at your side. He lovingly strokes your arm, kissing the back of your head.

He presses to your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you forever.” you hum sweetly.

Leon hugs you, wrapping you in his strong, protective arms. “I’ll run us a bath, my dear.”

Leon frets over you constantly. You being human comes with a whole host of issues that he’s not quite used to dealing with; not to mention, he’s seen people die from things as simple as a cold, so when you fall under the weather.. it tends to work him into a tizzy. 

It’s why he’s got you bundled up with what feels like every blanket in the castle. 

“I promise, I just need water and bed rest, Leon,” you push away the throw he’s tossed over your mound of blankets. 

He frowns, white hair falling into his eyes leading him brush it back. 

“I just wish for you to regain health, little love,” he sighs, pressing a cold palm to your warm forehead. 

“I know,” you smile, fingers encircling his wrist to pull his hand close so you can kiss his palm. “I’m more tired than anything.”

“Sleep. I’ll be here if you need me.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you relax back into the sheets and easily drift off. You don’t usually dream, but floating in and out of darkness, you experience a dichotomy of heat and wetness that confuses and titillates you. It’s not enough to wake you though and you fall into a deeper sleep. 

Leon has kept watch over you most of the night, only stepping out for a few moments to gather more water. He picks up a small ceramic basin and a cloth before sitting on the bed next to you. Easing your blankets down, he soothes you with soft nonsensical noises until you settle again. 

Slipping your clothes off is fairly easy, you’re not wearing much as is with the slight fever you were running earlier. Once you’re nude, he dampens the cloth and gently runs it across your skin. You sigh in your sleep, face turning away as he glides it across your chest, nipples pebbling. His hand pauses, eyes staring down at your breasts. Fingers flexing around the cloth, he finally moves the fabric down your body, forcefully pulling his eyes away. 

His cock begins to stiffen and he shifts in place, eyes dragging back up to your hard nipples. 

He continues to cool your skin off with the damp cloth, but now his touch becomes more pointed. Leon presses the fabric against one hip then drags it down to your thigh, sliding it back up between your legs to swipe over your bare cunt. 

Another little sigh comes from you while he parts your legs further, saliva filling his mouth as he stares at your soft pussy. He feels like a dirty old man, but it doesn’t stop him from kneeling between your spread legs, face buried in your cunt, tongue lapping at your slit. 

You shift and groan and he pauses, blown out gaze watching your sleeping face until you relax back into the bed. With a low groan, he sinks his tongue into your hole, licking into your pussy eagerly. Slick slowly starts to drip out into his tongue and he uses his thumbs to spread open your pussy lips, nose bumping your clit. 

His fangs press into the sensitive bud, thoughts of biting your sweet little clit so he can taste your blood and slick has him humping the bed. Eyes rolling back, he eats you out greedily, suckling your pudgy bundle of nerves before licking back into your clenching hole. 

You make a keening whine that pulls him away from your cunt with a wet schlick. Sitting between your spread thighs, he watches you for any sign of wakefulness. Once he confirms you’re still sound asleep, he hurriedly undoes his slacks and pulls his aching cock out. He shuffles closer and slaps the head of his dick against your swollen clit. 

“Forgive me, my sweet,” he murmurs, thumb pressing down on the tip so he can guide his cock into your fluttering walls. “Just need to be inside you.”

He whimpers to himself as he bottoms out inside your fat wet pussy. To stop himself from bruising you, he grips the sheets on either side of your hips. Pulling out slowly, he rocks his hips forward and hisses between clenched teeth. 

“Always so tight,” he pants, eyes flicking between his cock splitting you open to your tits bouncing with his movement. “Always so perfect.”

Pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock even as you asleep has him closer to spilling inside you than usual.  His fangs ache to pierce your skin, eyes longingly gazing at your left breast—he loves biting you close to your heart. The blood is always so much sweeter. Unless he’s drinking it from your cunt.  

A punched out groan rumbles from his throat and he quickens his pace, cock pumping in and out of your pussy with deep strokes. Teeth biting into his lip, blood fills his mouth and the fleeting thought that it could be yours has his cock flexing, cum spurting from the tip as he creampies your pussy.  He hunches over your body, nails shredding the bedding as he gasps and moans, rutting his cock into your cunt. 

Once the last of his tremors pass, he pulls out with a low hiss. Gazing rapturously at his seed trickling from your winking hole, he thinks to himself that he’s unsure if you climaxed or not. Laying out on his stomach, he laps at his own jizz painting your cunt.