#vampire fucker

“I-We-It’s just not. Shit.”

His eyes keep the fire in you kindled, and you can’t focus on the thoughts you’re trying to put into words. Retreating away from the door, you turn your back towards him. Rubbing your face with your hands, you sigh and clasp them on the back of your neck. You still don't risk turning around to speak to him.

“It ain’t a good idea, Remmick, and you know it’s not. We can hurt each other, like seriously hurt each other. I mean, fuck, we have hurt each other before.”

Remmick scoffs, “You tellin’ me that, ‘cause we had a few fights before, you’re not willin’ to trust lil’ ole me?”

“Remmick, we've tried killin’ each other. That’s a little more than just fightin’!”

“But we didn’t! And right now the only thang that’s killin’ me is not being able to touch ya, sugar.”

“Just leave Remmick. I’m tired and done arguin’.”

You finally turn around to look at him. He sees it in your eyes, sees that he’s not getting anywhere tonight. You need time to think, time to need him as badly as he’s needed you. He understands.

“Fine, fine.” He raises his hands in surrender.

“You need time to think it over, I understand. But I’ll be back tomorrow, then the next night, and the night after that too. I don’t care how long I gotta sit outside this door and beg ya. I ain't given up on this.”

He takes a few slow backwards steps before he stops to lock his eyes on yours and really looks at you. There’s fierce determination and honesty in his eyes as he stares deeply into you. It throws you off guard, and you have to look away before you let the invitation slip off your lips.

When you glance back, he’s gone. Nothing left but the faint smell of his sweat, the citrus cologne he wears, and the markings he’s left on the wooden railings.

Like he had promised, Remmick came back every night. Waiting, watching, whining, whispering filthy thoughts to you, and you knew tonight would be no different.

The air became thick and heavy, like a heat storm had rolled in. Your skin prickles, and the hair on your arms and neck stands at attention.

As you make it to the front door, he’s standing on the last step, shoulders so broad they dominate the space, leaving no room for anything else to catch your eye. Large, lean fingers clamp the railing of your porch, the wood groaning under his supernatural grip. His pupils are already devoured by blackness, and the whites of his eyes have a tinge of red. He’s staring at you like a wolf looking at a stuck hog.

His tongue flicks the air, sampling the briny sweat beading on your body and the syrupy arousal glossing your thighs. A pure as sin grin spreads across his face, his plush bottom lip caught between his top fangs. Those throat-shredding fangs glint beneath the warmth of your porch light, and your gaze can’t tear away from them.

"Let me get a taste, sugar." His accent is thicker than ever, the words oozing from his mouth. "Just one real good taste, then I’d leave you alone." His forked tongue flicks before gliding over his fangs, a thread of drool sliding from the corner of his mouth. "That is, of course, if you’d still want me to leave after that."

You can’t speak at first, too dizzy imagining him buried between your thighs. Dreaming of how his serpent tongue would feel, flicking at you. Lightning dances through every nerve, causing goosebumps to erupt in its wake.

“Mmm, you’re thinkin’ about it, ain’t cha sugar?” He smirks, his mouth curving as he lets out a low chuckle. He creeps up the steps, slowly, as if not to scare you away. His nails scratch the wooden railing as he reaches the top step.

“Y-yeah, I am.”

“Ya might as well let me do it then, since you’re already thinkin’ about it. And that body of yours wants it—I can tell. Oh, she’s singing to me.” A low, guttural groan abruptly halts his sentence. He tips his head back, and you watch as his eyes roll upward. The lustful thoughts send a shiver down his spine, and he rolls his neck, attempting to control himself. His eyes flutter open, barely slits, heavy with desire as he fixes his gaze on you.

“That pretty little body of yours, she’s just a singin’ to me, luring me in. Hell, if I didn’t know no better, I’d think you were a siren. Ya aren’t, are ya sweet girl?“

You let out a huff of air. “If I am, it ain’t to my knowledge.”

His devilish smile widens, making more of his razor-sharp teeth poke out. “Nah, you’re too sweet to be anythang like that.”

A gentle hush settles between you as you both quietly take each other in. The night hums with the chorus of crickets, the slight creaking of your porch swing rocking with the late-night breeze, and your heartbeat that you know Remmick hears even better than you can.

You take a tentative step toward the door, and Remmick mirrors it.

“It ain't nice of you to put yourself in my mind as I sleep, Remmick. One place I’m supposed to have sweet, peaceful thoughts, and you ruin it by corruptin’ them with your nasty, sinful need.”

“What were you dreamin’ about before me?” His smile is dopey as he teases.

To be honest, the dream before he had filled your mind with sex hazed images was nothing inappropriate. But instead, just images of him being sweet on you. Which is something you wouldn’t dare confess.

You bite your lip, shrug, and then feign interest in the floorboards, hoping he doesn't press more. Remmick watches the bite of your lip, catching the tremor of your breath and the way your cheeks deepen with color. His smile falters as his eyes darken, jealousy coiling and pulsing in his unbeating heart.

“Should I be worried that ya got yourself another suitor?” He almost bristled as he delivered the false lighthearted words. The low rumble of a growl behind them gave away the chilling shadow of envy that clung to each syllable.

“You know you’re the only thang that’s crazy enough to pursue after me, Remmy.” You’re smiling at him, leaning on the doorframe now. He moans as you call him the nickname.

With the grin returning to his face, he inches forward off the top step and toward the threshold.

“Let me in, sug. Let me show you just how crazy I can be.”

“I can’t-”

“Or come out here. I’ll take you right here on the porch or in the grass. Hell, I’d even take you in the barn like a dirty animal. I don’t much care for where we do it. I just need to feel you.” His voice was a guttural growl, far too deep for a human, and you knew this was the real him —not the humanized voice with the occasional Irish lilt, but the horrifying sound of a vampire.

At the realization, a fresh wave of desire runs hot through your veins. A needful ache has your clit throbbing, and you squeeze your thighs together, desperately hoping the pressure will ease. You silently plead for relief, but the movement only spurs Remmick on, his attention sharpening at your struggle.

“We shouldn’t get tangled up together, Remmick. It wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

“Now I-I am a very givin’ lover. I’m not like them little boys you’ve wasted time with. I know, I can give you everything you need. And don’t sell yourself short, sugar. I’m sure you're just stellar in the sack.” His voice has returned to its human form, and he gives you a lopsided smile.

Before you can stop them, your eyes roll at his twisting of your words.

“Do you want me on my knees? Will that seal the deal? Maybe you’re into the whole sad, injured animal thang. I can do that.”

He drops to his knees before you can protest, brows drawn tight and lips pulled into a dramatic frown, eyes shining with unshed tears. Clearing his throat, he starts his performance. Long arms reach for you, then rake through his hair before pressing to his chest, right over his heart.

“Please, ma’am. I’m beggin’ ya. I-I’ll make ya feel real good. And-and I'll be good, I swear it. I’ll be a good plaything for ya.” He’s wailing it out, high-pitched and absolutely desperate.

“Remmick! Stop that!”

“Please, ma’am, I’ll sleep at the foot of your bed or-or on the floor. Alls I need is some warmth and a meal. Could ya help this poor wounded soul feel whole again?”

He reaches for you, hands tingling as they press against the invisible barrier of the doorway. Gritting his teeth, he pushes harder, the pain flaring from pins and needles to searing heat until he finally breaks through. The instant his hands cross the threshold, you recoil. Remmick jerks his arms back, collapsing in exhaustion, breathless from the ordeal.

“How did you do that?”

“It ain’t easy, just takes some force and pain. You run the risk of turnin’ into a pyre, if ya do it for too long.”

You hum, slightly impressed. “Can you get off your knees now? You damn vampires and your theatrics.”

He settles back on his shins, hands splayed on his thighs, the fabric stretched tight over their solid strength, drawing your gaze.

“Ya lettin’ me in?”

Walking back toward the doorframe and leaning on it, you stare at him. Watching the sweat bead on his forehead, watching the stillness of his chest, watching how his eyes never stray from your face.

With closed eyes, you whisper his name. “Remmick.”

“Yeah, sugar?”

His voice, while feather-soft, is a lot closer to you than before. Opening your eyes, you gasp at the sight. He’s towering over you, arms resting on the top of the door, and the corded muscles of his arms look extra droolworthy in the warmth of the porchlight. His deep crimson eyes stare down at you, completely void of white.

“What is it?” His voice is still soft as he prods at your silence. His brows rise and pull together in anticipation.

“Come in.” The words come out breathy, but it’s all he needs. It’s the one thing he’s been waiting for. His chest rumbles with an excited growl, and his hands surge through the doorway without burning this time.

Those massive hands of his grab at the sides of your face. He’s pulling you close to his chest, letting you stumble into him. Lips land on yours, and it’s a kiss you weren’t expecting. It’s full of desire but not aggressive. He’s gentle when he licks into your mouth, even more gentle when he nips at your bottom lip. He kisses you till your lungs are screaming for air and you’re lightheaded. When he pulls away, a trail of spit goes with him, and you both track it.

Remmick points toward the inside of your house, and you walk deeper in, allowing him to walk through the threshold. As he steps inside, he inhales deeply, spares a look around, and then his sight is set back onto you.

He’s in your personal space before you can blink, hands and lips all over you. His lips trail down your neck, and his hands work quickly to get your shirt off. The prickle of his fangs skimming your exposed skin makes your back arch. A hard surface hits your back, and when you look, it’s your small wooden dining room table. You hadn’t even realized he had been moving you through the house.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuckin’ devour ya.” His voice is inhuman, making you moan.

With one motion, your shorts and panties are off, and the coolness of the table's surface chills you as it presses against the back of your warm thighs. Now you’re completely bare and laid out for Remmick like Sunday dinner.

Your slick-covered thighs and sopping pussy shine in the low light of the room, and Remmick has to swallow down his spit before it pools out of his mouth.

Remmick lets out a whistle with a head shake. “Oh, honey, I ain’t ever seen something drip so pretty like that before”

Somehow, your body gets even hotter, and your face feels swollen from the heat it’s producing. “Stop it, wouldcha?”

For the second time that night, he’s dropping to his knees, this time to get eye level with your sex. Big and calloused, but gentle fingers spread you apart as he admires your weeping cunt up close. “Nah, I’m bein’ dead serious. Nothins ever been as pretty as you gushin’ just from my kisses and words.”

His red eyes flick back up to you, and he watches how you react when the fat part of his tongue licks a blazing stripe from your opening to your clit. The tip of his tongue circles the clit a few times before he repeats licking from bottom to top. He shoves his entry face between your thighs and then wraps your legs over his shoulders. His long, thick, warm tongue laps, circles, and flicks, while his lips switch between sucking on your folds and clit.

You’ve moved on from gasping and moaning to crying out his name. Your back permanently arches off the table, and your head has fallen back between your shoulders. After leaving scratches on the table, you’ve moved on to gripping the part of Remmick's biceps that sticks out from under your legs. Neither of you pays any mind to the red scratches that are forming. Remmick’s mouth clamps around your clit and tugs it with him as he pulls away. Only when you whine does he let go of the sensitive bud with a pop.

“Look at me, sugar. Watch me give you what you need.”

If you hadn’t already been so far gone, you would have noticed the Irish accent slipping through.

He pushes your thighs open just enough to get both hands in between them. Both his thumbs spread your folds, leaving nothing hidden from him. Remmick moans as he watches your pink walls clench on nothing. The action pushes even more slick out of you, and his red eyes watch intensely as it drips to the table.

His fully erect cock twitches in his pants as he meets your glossed-over eyes, as they try their hardest to focus on him. Once he’s satisfied with you looking, he leans forward and, while keeping you spread open, begins making out with your pussy. The sounds are lewd as he mixes more of his thick spit with your slick.

“Oh, fuck, Remmick.” Your voice comes out higher-pitched than you’ve ever heard it.

Remmick growls, nuzzling his face deeper into you, reveling in having you consume all of his senses. His tongue touches spots no one else ever has. You can’t stop yourself from humping his face; his strong, broad nose rubbing perfectly against your clit.

“Yeah, that’s it, take whatcha need, let me have it all. Come on, baby, come on.”

The pureness in the name brings you over the edge. Your vision fills with dancing stars, molten lava erupts from the bottom of your spine, and a repeated cry of ‘Remmick’ and ‘yeah’ echoes through the house as you're pulled into unconsciousness.

As you reenter your body, the first thing you feel is Remmick’s hands caressing the skin of your ribcage. Your vision comes back next, and lastly, your hearing.

“There ya are, sugar.”

Remmick‘s standing between your legs now, and has yet to wipe away the liquid mess dripping from his lips and jaw. You consider how well he knows the feeling, and the image of his face, slick with thick, slimy blood, quickly appears in your mind. The shame of finding the image enticing was a subtle pressure that could not quell the need growing in your veins or the excitement you felt of having such a dangerous monster in front of you.

“You’re really good at that.”

He smiles at your breathless praise, his eyes glistening with fervor.

“I tried to tell ya, tried to give it to ya sooner.” His hand spans across the lower part of your face, fingers pressing into the fat of your jaw. He gives your head a little shake with the following sentence. “You’re just too hard-headed for your own good, ain’tcha baby? Ah, guess it’s a good thang Remmick‘s here to take care of ya now.”

Squinting your eyes at him. “I hate when you refer to yourself in the third person.”

As you remove his shirt, your nostrils fill with the sharp scent of citrus, metallic tang, damp earth, and an accent aroma. Your warm fingers graze his cold stomach, and Remmick responds with a low, guttural rumble. Leaning down, he slots his lips against yours, transferring the saliva that had been pooling in his mouth. The sensation of his tongue against yours, combined with the way his large frame pinned you to the table, had you breathing rapidly.

His cool hands slid down your back, pulling you in, making chills dance in their wake. The feel of his touch, devout and full of longing, sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins. Without breaking the kiss, Remmick wraps your fallen legs around his waist. His left hand came to rest on the table behind your back, arm still close enough for you to lean on. The right hand grabs and kneads at your plush thigh and then your waist as he manhandles you closer to the edge. That's when you feel it, hotter than the rest of his body and already leaking on you. You can’t hold the moan falling off your lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, you divert your attention to Remmick's cock. Flushed pink and milky white, Remmick's long, thick cock stands between your legs. You let out a gasp at the beauty of it. The pearlescent beads of precum make your mouth water as they stick to your thighs and roll down the shaft. You watch it bob from its weight, and when you gasp at that, it twitches in delight.

“Like what ya looking at, darlin’?”

You hum back in agreement, head nodding like you’re in a trance. “You’re a real pretty one, Remmy.” The weight of him in your hand and the silkiness of his skin are like nothing else. A perfect teardrop bead of precum drips onto your palm. Without thinking, your palm is at your mouth in a second, tongue darting out to lick it off. The action causes Remmick’s hips to stutter, and more dribbles from the tip.

“Ya taste real good too, baby.”

It’s all too much for Remmick. The way you’re splayed out on the table, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, the softness of your hand around his cock, the quickness with which your pink tongue darted out to lick his cum off your hand, and the sweet names for him coming from your swollen lips. It makes him lightheaded and like he’ll combust if he doesn’t get you wrapped around his cock soon.

Using his right hand, Remmick taps the tip of his penis against your clit. Your body jerks at the new contact, hips bucking to chase the weight of him when he pulls away. After a few taps, Remmick switches to rubbing his tip against your puffy clit, and both of you moan at the feeling. He lifts his leaky tip off, a string of precum and slick, keeping you two connected. As if in a trance, Remmick repeats his actions, rubbing more precum onto the skin of your cunt. He’s snapped back to the moment when your tongue licks from the bottom of his neck to his mouth.

“You’re drooling, honey.”

With a deep noise resembling a purr, Remmick notches the head of his cock at your entrance. Your stomach dips inward, anticipating the stretch that you know is coming.

“Remmick, no more teasing.”

“Oh, yeah? Ya want me to give ya what you’ve been needin’?”

“Please fuck me, Remmy.” You whine out.

“Of course, darlin’. All ya had to do was ask.”

He thrust forward, causing you to moan in sync. Pushing in inch by inch, allowing both of you to savour the feeling of your tight, gummy walls stretching to accommodate him. He doesn’t stay buried deep in you for long before he’s pulling out, leaving just the tip in. He rolls his hips, starting a steady rhythm. His right hand lifts your thigh higher, allowing him to get even deeper. He picks up speed, the bulbous tip of his cock knocking into your cervix with every few thrusts.

“Just like that, Remmick, oh fuck, just like that.”

Remmick fucked the air from your lungs, making your eyes squeeze shut and your head fall limply against your chest. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents as they bit the flesh. The violent thrusting caused the old wooden dining table to rock and groan loudly. It goes ignored.

“Is that good, baby? Am I at that sweet spot?”

You slur out a ‘yes’, the word heavy in your mouth as your cervix gets intensely bullied. He’s so deep and so intent on getting you to cum, it makes you feel like you’re burning alive.

“Give it to me, let me feel you gush on my cock, baby. Come on.”

His lewd words push you closer, but you beg him for more.

“More? I’ll fuckin’ give you more.” His words are snarled out. He surges forward, fangs pressing into the velvet skin of your breast. Gobs of cooled spit douse your chest as he trails his mouth between your nipples. He lets his fangs nearly pierce you, removing the pressure right as your skin indents to break.

The only warning of your orgasm is a shriek of his name, but Remmick already knows. He smells the heady scent of his reward before it’s spraying on his cock and splashing his torso. Your cunt grips him impossibly tight, and he’s so close to filling you up.

“Goddamn, if that ain’t the best thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing.”

He pulls out and drops to his knees so fast that he watches your entrance adapt to being empty again. His long fingers flatten against your clit, and he starts rubbing fast and hard.

“I want more. Wanna watch up close as ya make that nectar for me, honey.”

Desperate hands reach for the fingers assaulting your sensitive clit, your fingers barely wrap around his wrist before he's swatting them away with his other hand. He traps both your wrists in his one big hand, rendering you defenseless.

“Remmick, I can’t. Please, it-it’s too much.”

“Shh, don’t lie to me. I know you’ve got more in there. I want it all, want ya drippin’ all over me.”

You moan whorishly at his words. He looks directly in your eyes as he shoves his tongue inside your sloppy cunt. When you start whining his name like a prayer, he pulls back and gives your poor clit a slap before returning to rubbing it. He pats it a few more times, making your eyes well with tears. As he starts rubbing again, you feel the familiar sensation rushing back.

“Remmy.” It comes out as a small whimper. You can’t tell if it’s a plea, a warning, or maybe even a question.

He nods at you, greedily encouraging you to let go. When you finally cum, he welcomes it with an open mouth. Long tongue stretched out, making sure to get as much in his mouth as he could. It spills down his chest, and his head lolls back, basking in your hot liquid as it soaks him.

He rises, cradles you in his arms, and walks toward your bedroom. As he walks down the dark hallway, he thinks of how he could get used to this, something domestic, something with you. Nearing the door, he shoves his thoughts to the back of his mind, promising himself he’d think about it later. With a creak of the door, he pushes it open and strides to your bed. He places you down on your weak, trembling knees and uses his calloused hand to bend you over gently.

Your feet dangle slightly off the bed while your back arches perfectly. The position showing off your swollen, wet pussy to him like an offering. You wiggle your hips. Remmick chuckles at the taunt. He laughs even harder at your yelp when he nips at the fat of your ass. His teeth barely broke skin, a flesh wound compared to what he could do. Both of you shiver at the idea of his teeth sinking into your delicate flesh. His leaky slit dribbles precum at the vision of your blood on his tongue.

He runs his hands from the base of your neck to the bottom of your spine, his nails scratching ever so slightly. When his hands get to the soft and plump flesh of your ass, he squeezes before moving to give himself a few pumps. A glance over your shoulder gives you the perfect debauched view of him. Pale skin flushing with desire, slick and spit glistening on him, and his painfully hard cock ready to fill you up.

Your eyes follow his hand as it stops pumping himself and goes to collect spit from his mouth. He takes the spit back to his length and fists it around himself a few times before spreading the leftover spittle onto you, both of you moaning as his chilled hand pets at the hot, sensitive area. Even in the darkness of your bedroom, his red eyes seemed to glow as they briefly met your face. A soft smile finds its way to his face as he glides a head to your shoulder, pressing in between the blades. You concede, laying your top half down flat on the soft bedding, leaving your bottom half propped up.

You feel his tip press into your entrance softly. Remmick keeps it there, letting you leak on him. The act feels strangely intimate, and you wonder if he's thinking the same. He finally breaches past the narrow opening with a tentative thrust, his length rubbing deliciously slowly on every inch of your channel. The soft pace and new angle allow Remmick to feel you opening up for him differently than before.

“Ah, shit, baby. You’re –mmfph fuck– you’re taking my cock so good. Feels like ya were made to take me.”

“Does it feel good, baby? Having me deep inside of ya?”

“Oh fuck, yes, Remmick. Feels too, feels too good.”

“That’s it, tell Remmick how good he’s makin’ your cunt feel. Tell me how good I’m fuckin’ this needy pussy.”

You’re whining, trying to move away from his intense thrust. Remmick doesn’t let you go far. Crawling onto the bed with you.

“Don’t run now, sug. I’m given it to ya real good now.”

Remmick hears you speak, but your pillow muffles it. His large hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up.

“What was that, darlin’?”

“I said, I hate when you speak in third person.”

Remmick gives a full, hearty laugh, astonished that you’d still be so divisive with his cock buried deep in you. He admires your hardheadedness.

“Aww, that just means you ain’t properly fucked out just yet. I’ll get ya there, don’t ya worry, sugar.”

He picks up his speed, ramming into you hard and fast. Remmick relishes watching the fat of your ass bouncing as it smacks against his lower stomach. He pulls you closer, pressing your back to his chest, and finds that your mouth can’t seem to close. Your moaning switches between long and deep to high-pitched gasps of his name. His hand tightens around the sides of your throat, applying a small amount of pressure. Your cunt squeezes him tighter as you cum for the third time.

“Goddamn, you’re a filthy thing. Gushing all over me again, all because I gripped your neck.”

He maintains his pace and holds your body upright, not wanting you to escape the overstimulation. You match all his thrusts as your orgasm fades, not letting him slip out for too long. Desperate for the stuffed feeling his cock gives your pussy.

“Ya like that? Like having Remmick so deep inside of ya? Like feeling his cock kissing your womb?”

You shake your head no, not wanting to satisfy his annoying antics.

“I think ya do. I think, nah, I know you love having Remmick's big cock rearranging your pretty guts. And you love when I talk like this. Ya know how I know?” Without giving you a chance to respond, he continues. “Your pretty little cunny’s choking my cock. You might be able to lie, but she can’t, sugar.”

“God Remmick, just shut up. Just shut up and fuck me.”

Tears are streaming down your face from how good he’s fucking you. You’re panting from how good he’s fucking you, you’re both soaked in your cum, because that’s how good he’s fucking you, and yet you’re demanding more. Remmick’s not an idiot; he knows what you're doing. He knows you’re trying to provoke him, and goddamn does it work. His chest vibrates from a growl, causing your back to tingle. He breaks the skin-to-skin contact by manhandling you to back down onto the mattress. One hand seizes your wrists and, with the other hand, forces your head down, leaving you unable to move. He’s pistoning with all that he's got, your bed protesting as it rattles from his force. Your mind has gone blank; the only thing left behind is Remmick's name and the way he's got your body feeling.

Remmick hears your heart pounding like a little rabbit's, and the accompanying sound of your blood surging through your veins. He listens to your uneven breath and the pants that the mattress is catching. He practically hears your brain shut off when you start pleading with him. You don’t even know what you’re praying for from him, just whining his name as he destroys your pussy.

Remmick’s words drip with smugness as they leave his mouth, “Tell Remmick all about how much you’re just lovin’ him wreckin’ ya.”

You try babbling out an answer, but the words are too mushy to get out.

“Come on, sweet girl. Try a little harder for me, try harder to think for Remmy.”

“Remmy, please, oh fuck, oh fuck .” You’re close to cumming again, but Remmick’s not ready to give you that reward just yet. He pulls out, just leaving the tip in. An honest to god sob tears through your chest at the sudden emptiness. Your hips rut backwards, trying to get his length sheathed back into you.

“Quit that.” He delivers a quick slap to your ass. “Now, tell Remmick how good he’s got ya feelin’. Tell him all about how you’re lovin’ him talkin’ like this and how much you love his big ancient cock in you.”

He pushes in an inch more, making you moan.

“I’ll let ya cum again, sugar. I’ll even give ya my cum too. I’ll fill your cunny with so much cum, you’ll be leakin’ it for days. All yeah gotta do-” another inch presses into you, “-is tell Remmick how good he’s being to you.”

“It’s so good, Remmy. You’re so good.”

“Uh, uh, uh, not like that, baby. You know what I want to hear.”

You don’t care at this point. Don’t care that he’s winning, don’t care that you’re being too desperate, and that you’re giving him just what he wants. You swallow your pride and give it to him.

“I love havin’ Remmick’s cock inside me. I love how Remmick fucks me. I love how Remmick takes care of me. I love, oh god!”

Remmick shoves his cock back into you, returning to the same rhythm as last time.

“Keep goin’.”

“I-I love when Remmick talks like this. I love having Remmick stuff me full with his big, ancient cock. I love gushing on Remmick's fingers and cock. I love how it’s all too much. I love it all. Remmick, I-I’m gonna.”

Your tear-soaked submission and words work him to the edge. Not to mention, he can feel your soft cervix kissing his sensitive tip, begging him to fill your womb full of his sperm.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Gonna give it to ya, sug. I’m gonna spill all in this pussy and you’re gonna take it all. You're gonna keep all of Remmick’s seed deep inside.” His accent has reverted to Irish, his voice switching from vampiric to human as he gets closer to losing control.

“Remmick, give it to me, please. Fill me up, baby. I want-I need it.”

That was the final nail in the coffin for Remmick. His cock twitches as his seed spurts out, all viscous and hot. Looking down, Remmick sees a thick ring of cream at the base of his shaft, a mixture from both of you. Even after stuffing you full with his seed, he still spurts out ropes of seed as he pulls out. The milky fluid coating your reddened, crying, overworked sex. Amazed by the sight, he rubs his still hard length through the mess and pushes it back into your quivering canal.

“Goddamn, you’ve got such a greedy cunny. All it does is take and take, and still ask for more.”

Flipping you to your back, he admires the fucked out look on your face and the layer of sweat covering your body. He presses the tip back in and gently rocks back and forth. Using your tight entrance to milk out what’s let in him. You’re completely blissed out as he uses you, only squeezing subconsciously. His mouth waters, and his eyes lock onto your chest, enjoying the simple pleasure of watching them jiggle from his shallow thrust. His moans turn to whimpers as he empties into you, the pleasure almost turning painful at the overstimulation of being milked dry. His knees tremble before he lies down next to you on your soft mattress.

Your breathing fills the room as you work to bring it back to even, full breaths. The emptiness of your sex and the weight of Remmick being off of you has you feeling cold. A shiver passes through you. Without thought, you turn toward Remmick, placing your head on his cooled chest. He wraps an arm around you and traces patterns on the skin he can reach. Basking in the afterglow that neither of you dares to break, allowing the intimate moment to linger.