Lucy
I gasp as the bulbous thickness of Dominik fills me, but I want him more than anything. He stretches me so wide it’s almost, almost painful, until he’s seated deep within, and then a feeling of bliss overtakes me. I’m already pulsing from the orgasm he plucked a moment ago.
The idea we might be discovered in this echoing room which resounds to the noises of him plundering me, withdrawing and thrusting back as I, unable to help myself, cry out with pleasure makes me wetter than ever.
I am soaking him, enjoying every movement, every part of this, including the forbidden nature, not only of a Van Helsing being ravaged by a vampire but also the semi-public nature of the event. Dominik makes me feel alive. He makes me feel wanted, desired, needed in a way I’ve never felt before.
His thrusts are rhythmic, the spikes at the base of his cock pressing into me, pressing into my clit, making me see stars.
If I do this, there will be no going back, no return. It is set in stone. I will have Dominik to pleasure me until the end of my days. A vampire king to watch over my child.
“Do it,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Take me, make me yours.”
I feel his fangs trail up my neck and back again, his tongue lapping at my skin.
And when he bites, it’s like nothing he’s done before, nothing on earth.
A pinch, a flood of warmth, and I’m scaling new heights.
I don’t even know who I am anymore, only that I have the most powerful vampire between my legs giving me everything I’ve never had.
With a cry, I come, my channel pulsing, fluttering, pushing down on him, making Dominik groan against my neck.
I am pinned by him, like a specimen butterfly.
I am at his mercy. He could turn me, he could take me, he could do anything, but instead I have a pair of stunning dark eyes on me as thrusts once…
twice…a third time and then he explodes within me, hot cum painting my channel, taking advantage of the orgasm still rippling through me, my breath ragged, my entire being on fire because of him.
“Galambom,” he rasps. “If I was not already undead, you would have my life.”
“Is it done?” I ask, my hand cupping his strong jaw.
Dominik looks down at his work and smiles a fanged smile.
“It is. And you look even more beautiful with my mark on your skin and your sweet cunt filled with my spill.”
He kisses me on the lips as I attempt to recover my breath, already knowing he’s able to go again in a moment.
Outside the room, there is a clatter of what sounds like a trolley, and I can’t help myself. I laugh.
“If this is what you have in store for me, Dominik Király, then I’d better start wearing those big sweeping dresses all the vampire females prefer. I can see why.”
“The easier access I have to your body, my dove, the better,” he growls. “In fact, perhaps you should stay naked in my nest.” He holds me easily with one hand against the wall as he strokes my hair back from my face.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I gaze into those incredible eyes, ones which I’m sure have hypnotized many an unfortunate human. “But then where would I hide my stakes.”
“Stakes? As in stakes plural?” Dominik queries. “You have more than one?”
“Usually. Just to keep you on your toes, vampire,” I respond, nipping at his fingers. “Don’t ever forget who is the predator and who is the prey.”
“I doubt very much I’ll ever forget I brought a Van Helsing into my nest.” Dominik grins at me, all fangs and crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
And I don’t think I’ll ever forget I entered his nest willingly.
I hope I don’t regret it.