194. Drink
194
Drink
A ’Dar
The schoolbooks were dispassionate when they mentioned machta . No matter what grade I was in, the wording was always sparse, simply glossing over the need for blood and what was referred to as “intimate touch.”
Since there were no females on the planet, I asked few questions of my parents. What would be the point?
Now that I’m in the middle of it, I wish I knew more. My urges are so compelling, I wonder if I’ve lost my mind. And poor Maya. Why she’s allowing me these liberties with her body is hard to understand.
Even now, I picture chemical changes in her small human body as my DNA somehow alters her on a cellular level. Just as animals know to lick their babies after birth to make them breathe, and what food is safe to eat and what is poison, her body knows what it needs. What else would explain her desperate need for my essence?
Or my urgent need for hers?
There’s nothing inscrutable about her posture, though. She’s spread herself open for me like a banquet.
My lips trace a path through the rows of her braids, allowing me to kiss her scalp and breathe in her scent at the same time.
“I’m going to take your blood, Maya,” I rumble into the shell of her ear. She likes my words. I’ll give her more. “I’m going to take you inside me, and then I’m going to slide my fingers into you.”
As I swirl them at her opening, I can’t control my cock’s punch against her bottom. I lift my drenched fingers to my mouth, which is right at her ear so she can hear my moans of pleasure as I lick her essence off of each one.
“You taste perfect, Maya. If things were different, I would feast on you all day and into the night.”
She opens herself wider and tips her head to give me better access to her vein.
“Ready, pretty female?” I ask, my voice gruffer than I’ve ever heard it.
“Mmm,” she says lazily.
I strike before she has time to worry. She acts as she did before, with a gasp of indisputable pain. Within a brief moment, her pain morphs into pleasure and our moans of satisfaction twine with each other as I take deep pulls of her blood into my system.
She has no knife. I need to ensure my bloodlust doesn’t kill her. I’ll allow myself ten drags, ten draws of bliss.
Her body offers no resistance as I slide a finger into her wet, heated channel. It is heaven, slick and silken, and best of all is the way it clings to me in an obvious invitation to slide deeper and stay longer. My cock punches against her backside, loudly demanding so much more even as I’m thanking all the gods for what I’ve already received.
She thrusts up to greet my entry. As I slide in a second and then a third finger, she’s trilling in pleasure as I plunge into her in time with the noise of my greedy sucks.
Her little hand slides next to mine as she rubs the top of her cleft, just as I count to ten. I don’t know what she’s doing, but her hand’s swift circles propel her lust higher and she screams her pleasure as I remove my fangs from her skin.
Now that my thoughts are no longer split between counting and pleasure, I husk more dirty words into her ear as I grip her hip bones and grind her ass mercilessly against my cock.
“Your blood is delicious. Your sounds of pleasure turn my cock to stone. Come for me, Maya.”
I didn’t have to command her pleasure. She had already slid into her bliss as her channel walls spasm against my fingers. She’s writhing on me as she rides her rapture. As her ass rubs against my cock, which is already so hard it could dent metal, it detonates my release.
It takes every bit of self-control I have not to bite her neck again, but I just hang on and allow my pleasure to rise and fall with each pulse of my hot cum. It erupts between us, bathing her back and my front in its hot liquid.
Poor Maya is so tired she partially turns on my lap, lays her cheek against my pec, and falls into a deep sleep as I lick her puncture wounds to seal her tender skin.
“Mate,” I whisper, allowing myself to fully enjoy the thrill of experiencing something I never dreamed I’d possess.