So Good at Being Bad #4
“Aren’t you? I think you have my collar on your neck, Penny.” Brax licks my bite mark while he slowly explores me.
“I’m only your pet. Not just any vampires,” I inform him with a soft moan.
“Good, sweet girl. Can I put this in your pussy and let you use it on yourself?” Brax shows me the second toy, the one with tapered balls that lead to a wide base, perfect for gripping.
“But I thought—”
“Oh, you will. That’s just perfect for you, baby, and it’s going to feel so good going in and out—after I open you up. It’ll keep your pussy nice and happy, too, and give me quite the show while I’m sinking into your sweet little ‘secret’ entrance. Only for me, hm?”
“Brax!” I gasp when he slides the other toy into me, pressing a discreet switch on the bottom, making it wriggle and writhe inside of me.
“Mm, that’s going to feel good against my cock, too.
But I’m not quite ‘up’ for the challenge yet,” he whispers, kissing me softly, gently, completely the opposite of how I’d expect to be kissed by a vampire who wants to turn me into his slutty little puppet.
“That’s okay, isn’t it, Pen? Gives you time to find out how good a little bit can feel before you get to a lot.
” Brax purrs, fingers in deep, pressing up, like he’s trying to reach into my vagina through the wall that separates the two openings.
“Same motion you did for me, clever girl. Nice and deep in there, pushing up—you’ll find a good spot.
Pressure that builds and builds... And the pulsates.
Carries you away on a throbbing current while I’m buried in you. ”
It’s funny, but I wouldn’t normally trust any guy who promised such pleasure—but Brax, the bad guy, the enemy-turned-frenemy-turned-lover, always delivers.
Right now, he starts to make good his promise with just two fingers buried in my back door, while the toy buzzes and seems to find the best places with every squeeze of my overstimulated insides.
He doesn’t thrust in and out now, just kisses me, pulling me close, draping my leg over his hip so that our chests are pressed together.
He pushes his wrist against my mound, urging me to grind without saying a word, his kisses growing hungrier and more intense.
My hand wanders down to find his limp cock, still sizable, and starts caressing it, amazed at how soon it returns to full hardness.
“You’ll love me owning you, Penny,” he whispers.
“Being the vampire’s pet, just like I adore being the hunter’s good little vamp.
And there’s no thrusting and pounding necessary for this virgin treat,” he sighs between kisses.
“This is all about letting your muscles do the work, get nice and stretched around me. To fit my cock. Mold just to me. Because there’s never going to be anyone else for you, is there, Pen? ”
I nod, unable to speak, wondering if it’s the same with me, and how can it be, because one day I’ll die, and he won’t, and isn’t it selfish to ask him to live alone when I’m long gone?
“No, no. Bring that speeding little mind back here. Focus on me. On how it feels to be so full. Both holes getting a workout.” He slowly rotates his fingers inside of me, a slow, deep sweeping motion that does things I don’t quite understand.
A motion that creates sensations I never felt before, stretching, rippling, earning squeezes and pulses back that feel so odd.
But I think I like them.
“And all you have to do is let me have you, let me stay in you, nice and deep. You always have to invite vampires in,” he teases.
“You kinda kicked down the door,” I laugh, gasping when my muscles seem to work against him, an uncomfortable, new sensation becoming a needy, thoughtful one, as if my body is saying, “Do I actually like this?”
Brax is wondering the same thing, holding me close, kissing me in a way that’s demanding and deep, stealing my breath.
In seconds, I feel the thick head of his cock pushing against me, replacing his fingers.
There’s another stretching sensation, then he’s in, surprisingly easy, thanks to how slippery we both are.
“Oh, God,” I let out a muffled cry into his shoulder at the way everything feels inside, so packed, so tight. The buzzing toy seems to take the competing fullness as a challenge, ramping up against my g-spot from one side while Brax’s cock attacks it from the other. “Move. Move with me?”
“No, no. Not yet. You’ll see if you’re patient.”
“You’re the last one to talk about patient,” I point out, pouting.
“But I’m the best one to talk about deep.
Penny is mine,” Brax says, almost as if he’s telling some invisible spirit world, or some demon who wants to share me.
“You might think I’m deep in you, but you?
Your blood literally flows in me. Keeps me alive.
And your love? That’s the reason I have a life again, Penny. ”
I dig my hands into his shoulders, pulling him, not caring if it’s going to be uncomfortable. It really isn’t, though, it’s... Good. Like that good “this is such a workout” kinda stretch that leaves your muscles warm and shaky. “Brax,” I breathe out.
“My hunter. My girl. I love you, Penny. Love being in you. Feeling yo—-oh, fuck, feeling you so tight around me. Trapping me. Every time I want to catch you, you catch me harder,” he chuckles, and starts to thrust in earnest.
“No. We catch each other. Save each other. You wonderful, brave monster,” I confess. “You picked love after all.”
“Because you made me want to love you. And now I’m addicted.
Can’t stop craving. Possessing.” Brax pushes in solidly, making my thighs jump as he pushes me onto my back, sinking his teeth into me again.
“Let me have you. Let the high take you away and then bring you back to me,” he speaks into my skin.
He was right. Everything feels full, and everything throbs. Blood pounds, pouring into his mouth as the double orgasm hits, a compound, overfilled, overloaded sensation that pulls apart all of my nerve endings around a thick cock, a buzzing, questing toy, and the pulsing in my neck.
Endorphin rush, he said? Endorphin explosion.
I never took drugs, but I think I suddenly understand the concept of “high,” because when everything collides, I’m blown into the cosmos.
“Braaaaaax!” A long, guttural wail escapes me as my ass and pussy squeeze and release in sharp, desperate flutters, milking him as blood pumps into his mouth.
I want to complete the circle, that’s all my dizzy mind can think through waves of pleasure so intense I feel like I can see them.
His cum needs to be flowing into me while my blood is flowing into him.
It’s like the most basic math in the world, according to my brain that’s now equating orgasms to algebra.
“Come in me. Come in me, fill me,” I hiss, eyes closed, fingers in his hair. “Now!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, low and smoky, crimson lips against my shoulder.
A few more frantic thrusts of his hips, and I feel it, lukewarm, pressing inside me where I’m so full, making me fuller still. “Good vamp,” I wheeze out, laughing softly.
“Good hunter. My hunter. My everything. Penny?” Brax’s pleasure-drunk voice is suddenly pointed.
“Mm?” I’m trying to focus, but I can’t say it’s working.
“Do you want... Would you ever marry me?”
Well. That’s an instant on-switch. I blink, and the afterglow fades in one way, but the glow in my heart bursts into brighter, sharper colors. “I thought we might move in together first.”
“Okay,” he says easily. “We could do that!”
“No, I mean... I thought you might ask me that, not to... The other thing.” I bite my lip, looking up at him. His fangs have receded, and the more feline-looking changes to his cheekbones vanish.
“To be my wife,” he elaborates, smoothing my hair back, rubbing his hand between us to free the toy. He rubs my mound gently, stroking every over-sensitive piece carefully, with an anxious look in his eyes. “I know you think I’m bad at being good—”
“No! No, baby. I don’t think that anymore. I think you’re so good at being bad—but not bad outside of the bedroom. No. I mean, you know what I mean.” I blush and kiss him softly. “I think you’d make a damn good husband.”
Brax’s eyes light up, and he clutches the back of my neck, holding me in place while he kisses me until my toes curl.
“Wow,” I gasp when my mouth is free.
“I can do a better proposal later,” he promises.
“You’d better,” I tease.
“Or what?” Brax demands, the gleam in his eye definitely sliding towards a mischievous glint.
“Or I might have to remind you of my expectations, and you’ll have to show me you can be my good little monster,” I warn, voice filled with fake sternness.
“Little?” Brax asks, one eyebrow arched as he gives a last pump with his hips, softening (but still big) member sliding slowly from me.
“Good, big monster,” I amend, chuckling. “And best husband-to-be ever.”
“Ooh. Husband-to-be. Like the sound of that,” Brax purrs. “Almost as much as I love you.”