lohen enthusiast

Right now, you were lying on your mattress, utterly undone, wrapped in a mess of broken moans. Lohen was positioned between your legs, licking intensely at your blood-soaked core. You could hear him growling and moaning against you, enjoying what he was doing almost as much—or even more—than you were.

Your hips rocked slightly toward him, seeking more friction against his skilled mouth as it explored your folds. His moans sent vibrations straight to your most sensitive spots. The soft, wet sounds of his tongue collecting your blood echoed lewdly throughout the room, arousing you even more. You could feel him pulling away and diving back in, alternating between penetrating you with his wet muscle or stimulating your clit.

A loud moan escaped you, making him jolt as he tightened his grip on the outside of your thighs and buried himself deeper into your intimacy, devouring you like a starving wolf.

“Hmm… Lohen… it feels so good...” you whispered, driving him wild and making him pick up his pace.

He slightly lifted his head without pulling away, allowing you to meet his lustful gaze, his pupils blown wide. You moaned at the intensity of his stare and instinctively squeezed your thighs around him, making him groan in ecstasy at the sensation he craved so much. He dove completely into your core, his tongue exploring every corner, his nose brushing against your clit. You could feel him drinking in your blood mixed with your arousal, hissing at your taste.

“Lo-Lohen, I’m so close!” you told him, tightening your thighs further, chasing your release.

Lohen intensified his movements, his lips closing around your clit, sucking while he pushed two fingers into your dripping hole.

His glassy eyes were fixed entirely on you, yet he seemed so intoxicated by the sensations and the taste of your blood that he could barely focus on your figure.

“You taste so good” he confessed, briefly pulling away from your clit to kiss you, your tongues meeting in a wet kiss, letting you taste your own blood. You moaned at the metallic flavor.

Lohen lowered his mouth again, leaving a trail of kisses along your abdomen until he reached your throbbing pussy once more. He withdrew his bloodied fingers, replacing them with his mischievous tongue, rolling it a couple of times over your bud before slipping it back inside you. The feeling of your release built stronger and stronger; you wrapped your legs around his neck while grabbing a lock of his hair, pulling him as close as possible. Lohen growled at the sensation of being strangled by your thighs, enjoying how you tugged his hair to guide him toward your pleasure, using him exactly how you wanted.

“Lohen!” you moaned his name as you neared your climax, arching your back and tightening your fist in his hair, drawing a breathless roar from him that made his cock twitch.

Your orgasm hit you, making your trembling thighs clamp around his head, trapping him there until you came down from your high. Your breathing was completely unsteady, practically panting and whimpering, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to recover.

You released Lohen, letting go of his hair and moving your legs aside, allowing him to breathe properly. You watched him sit up slightly, flushed and breathless. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, your blood mixed with your arousal smeared across his chin and the tip of his nose. His half-lidded, teary eyes looked at you with amusement as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your blood.

He was completely pussy-drunk.

“Sit on my face” he practically begged between gasps.

You blushed at his bold request.

“Lohen, I don’t want to hurt y–”

“Please.” He pleaded, cutting you off.

Who were you to say no? It wasn’t every day you got to hear him so needy and desperate.

You placed your hand on his bare chest, guiding him as you switched positions, laying him down where you had been moments ago.

You saw him grin darkly, preparing for what was coming.

Hesitantly, you climbed on top of him, your legs on either side of his head, supporting yourself on your knees.

Your pussy was inches from his face, and he had no patience to wait. Before you could hesitate, he grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you down onto his mouth.

He groaned proudly, relishing the feeling of your core suffocating him again.

“Fuck, Lohen!” you complained at his recklessness.

You didn’t have time to protest further, as all your thoughts were cut off by his tongue attacking your folds again. A loud moan slipped from your throat, embarrassing you.

His hands squeezed your ass, kneading your flesh to the point where it was almost painful—but pleasurable.

You found yourself moaning like a bitch in heat, panting as you ground your hips against your lover’s face, your back arched and head thrown back.

Lohen groaned beneath you, your core dripping with delicious blood as he drank it all like a man dying of thirst.

You lowered your head, looking at him as you moaned.

“Look at me, Lohen” you whispered.

He was so lost in pleasure he didn’t hear you. With your free hand, you grabbed his hair again, pulling until his eyes opened, his crazed gaze locking onto yours.

“Fuck!” you muttered.

His moans intensified—you were driving him insane. His tongue worked harder, eager to bring you to another blissful orgasm, thirsty for your taste.

“Mmgh—Lohen—fuck!” you felt him tremble at hearing his name leave your lips so lewdly. “I’m so close, don’t stop, fuck.”

His fingers massaged your ass while his tongue moved in and out of you at a dizzying pace. The pressure in your abdomen built rapidly until you broke.

You could hear him moan as you came again on his face, clinging to his hair like it was your last tether to reality. Lohen licked up everything you gave him, swallowing your arousal and savoring the taste of your period, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

When you recovered, you climbed off his face, collapsing beside him on the bed. The two of you lay side by side, breathing heavily and unevenly, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies.

You glanced at Lohen, who turned to look at you, his chin completely smeared, his gaze unfocused and full of love.

“You taste incredible Schneeflocke… fuck, I could never get enough...” he confessed between breaths.

You blushed at his words, watching his lips curl into a mischievous smile before he leaned in to kiss you.

“Just one more” he said for the fourth or fifth time that night—you had already lost count—earning an annoyed moan from you.

You opened your mouth to complain, your voice hoarse from moaning and panting, but you were interrupted by a rough thrust from him. You gasped at the motion, your body trembling.

“Fuck—” he groaned loudly, feeling you tighten around him. The hand gripping your waist tightened further, leaving a mark that would likely turn into a bruise by morning.

He pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in fully and forcefully, making you cry out breathlessly, your eyes snapping open as he resumed his fast, cruel pace.

He began attacking your shoulders and back, leaving wet kisses and trails of saliva until he found that sensitive spot on your neck, sinking his fangs in until you bled. Your back arched at the sensation, allowing him to thrust deeper against your sweet spot. Wet, heavy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as he drove you to the brink. You could feel his tongue on your neck, licking up the blood from the wound he’d just made, and his ragged, almost euphoric breathing against your sweat-soaked nape.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” he growled, voice strained. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

You tightened even more around him at the sound of his voice, making him whimper softly against your ear.

“So good…” you could hear the wicked smile in his voice.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head up to crash your mouths together in a hungry kiss. Your tongues danced together feverishly, letting you subtly taste your own blood. He pulled away with a low groan, leaving you breathless and your vision blurred, tears running down your cheeks.

“Lo... hen... please…”

He grabbed your cheeks with his free hand, turning your head as much as possible so your eyes met.

“Use your words” he scolded, his bright crimson gaze filled with lust.

You whimpered in response to the intensity of his eyes, practically drooling at the sight.

“Use your words, Schneeflocke” he teased, leaning down to attack your neck again, already covered in bites and marks.

“Barbatos, fuck, Lohen! I can’t—nnngh—it’s too much!” you pleaded, feeling that familiar tension building in your abdomen.

He shoved your head back into the bed, lifting your hips even higher and thrusting into you with all his strength, making the headboard slam against the wall.

He kept moving in and out of you, your neck and shoulders completely covered in hickeys. The sensation in your lower body kept building, your legs starting to shake.

With a sharp cry, you collapsed—the knot snapped, and your walls clenched violently around him, making him growl and shudder within your grip. You could feel his thrusts becoming irregular and uncontrolled, hearing him pant behind you.

“Who gave you permission to come?” he muttered, voice low, yanking your head back.

You didn’t have the strength to speak, only managing incoherent babbling and unintelligible sounds in a weak attempt to excuse yourself.

He forced his mouth onto yours again, your tongues meeting as he swallowed your rising moans from overstimulation, his lewd smile evident in the kiss.

With a few more thrusts, he came inside you with a guttural groan, his body jerking forward as he collapsed over you, filling you.

When he finished riding out his orgasm, you felt him pull out, watching his fluids spill from your body. He turned you around, letting you see the look of ecstasy and satisfaction on his face as he took in the mess he’d made of you: your hair completely tangled, damp strands sticking to your sweaty face. His gaze moved from your teary, exhausted eyes to your swollen lips, placing one last kiss on them before leaning close to your ear.

“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you for not following my orders.”