My Billionaire Ex Is A Vampire

Euphoria

How in the Discworld will this help me get less drunk I think for myself. Each of my hands are tied to a bed pole on the side of the bed, and I’m leaning not towards the headboard, but Ben’s well toned body behind me. Like how the fvck did he get behind me after tying me to the bed is a question in itself. And we are both naked because, let me paraphrase, ‘skin to skin contact is the sh!t’ according to him.

If I weren’t so fracking nervous to get eaten in a non-seggsy way I would have been so turned on by this, but now I’m almost rigid against the bed of muscles behind me. Well almost, I’m still drunk out of my mind so I don’t have enough control of my own body and I’m more or less slumped on the man.

“I will ask you one last time…” Ben breaths into my ear.

“Just get on with it before I change my mind,” I tell him no longer patient.

“No turning back,” he continues and I sigh and nod. Taking it for what it is, a confirmation, he reaches around me making me almost cocooned in his arms and a warm and safe feeling goes through me. I don’t feel warm like the first step of this ‘become sober-cure’, but nice, no better than that. It feels amazing!

First our breaths get even and sync into the same tact, but as the sparkling feeling I have everywhere our skin touches goes straight to my core and soon I start rocking my hips and moan wanting more. I feel my sin cave becoming dripping wet with my nectar in mere seconds. I’m so ready to be filled up by Ben’s big c0ck. Oh, how I need him!

Closing my eyes I feel how his hands are touching me everywhere. I feel my n*****s getting carefully pinched by his fingers and how it adds to the feelings building up in me. He massages my breast and belly, stroking my arms with slow, almost tickling movements. His hands follow my curves towards my warm wetness. I’m ready for my pinkness to be touched by him, but he never reaches that far.

I feel everything at once, not one at the time. Like he has multiple hands. I almost open my eyes to check, but instead my mouth opens with a little pleasure moan warning me of all the screaming I’m going to do before this ritual is over.

I lean in to him more strongly, then arching my back I let my hair tickle his torso. I know my hair is long enough to reach his twitching c0ck and I want to touch him too. This is the only way I can think of while my hands are constricted. He doesn’t allow me this movement though, so as gently as he can he presses my back against his torso again. I sigh in delighted frustration, that turns into more moans as the renewed skin contact between us gives me an electrified shiver, strong enough to make my toes curl.

Poking me against my back, I can feel his c0ck is big and fully e.rect . Feeling his hardness so close to my bum I want to lift myself on him, but I no longer have the little freedom of movement I had before. He’s holding me down, not letting me get what I want the most. Temporary giving up on his c0ck I widen my legs for him and his hands. Willing him to ring my devil’s doorbell.

It’s not enough and I groan in frustration as his hands cannot satisfy my need. If my hands weren’t tied I would have started to tear my hair off in this euphoric frustration. I want to feel myself clamp around his c0ck. I need to feel him filling me up again and again. I can almost cvm from the high of the euphoria itself, but I need a little push. Just a little more. An 0rgasm is just waiting to happen. I’m nearly there and instead of erupting like a volcano it keeps building up. If I don’t cvm soon I’m going to blow my brains out when it finally happens!

Ben keeps touching my body, and I get aware of the word desperation in a whole new way. I’ve never felt this level of seggusal frustration before. I’ve never felt this need in me before. I scream Ben’s name begging him to fvck me, but he doesn’t listen to me. I’m so close it hurts!

I almost black out from the endless sensation. My eyes are not only closed, I’m unable to open them anymore. I cannot do anything but feel Ben worshiping my body and feed it to the image in my head. In my mind he is in front of me and he bent down to my pvssy to lick up my cream before it spills onto the bed. I groan when my fantasy becomes so strong it’s like I feel his tongue part my folds to lick my cl!t.

The face of Sean flashes in front of me and soon he takes over Ben’s position. I don’t mind who I see between my legs as long as the fantasy is helping me to my release. I need to cvm and I don’t care who delivers.

Sean inserts a finger or two and I feel the buildup is starting to get to where I want to be. Sensing this he growls in my p***y before biting me in the cl!t. It surprises me, but it doesn’t hurt as I expected it would. Instead it induces my build up to new heights. I’ve never had such a strong 0rgasm from seggual fantasies before and I almost cannot contain myself as I scream wildly. I c*m hard into Sean’s face and I get a few seconds to breathe before the euphoria continues again even stronger.

Ben's hands are all over my body, pinching and massaging and tickling, so when I open my eyes and see a shimmering image of Sean in front of me I get confused. It’s like he’s there in front of me, but not there at the same time. Is this part of a fantasy or something else? I have to ignore it, I’m so aroused I cannot concentrate, a new build up is reaching new heights and this time I know there is only one cure.

Throughout it all Ben had uttered strange ritualistic words from a language I cannot even recognize where comes from. His voice is getting strained and sore. I don’t know how long he has been doing this, but I hope he is getting close to the end because I don’t think I can take it anymore. Again I start to beg him to fvck me and suddenly he snaps out of it ready to answer my prayers.

In one swift movement he lifts me above his c0ck and I gladly let him enter me. The shimmering Sean in front of me looks angry and dismayed, but I don’t care. I lean slightly forward, only held back by my tied arms. This way Ben can easily bounce me up and down his shaft. I’m so wet he doesn’t even have to start slow, but instead he can fvck me wildly like I want him to. We don’t have time for being subtle, we need our release and soon we scream in unison in the best 0rgasm I’ve ever had and it lasts for minutes, not mere seconds.

Ben has fvcked my brains out as I cannot think any longer. My head might have been working better while drunk than what it is doing now. My pulse slows down and I lean back on Ben and my arms are released from their bonds. They hurt from the strain, but I don’t care. I smile sheepishly as Ben folds me into his arms, again our breathing syncs together. His c0ck still nested inside me.

“Wow!” I try to exclaim, but my voice is raw from screaming. Ben kisses my hair, then rests his head on mine. I can feel his gaze lingering where for some reason the shimmering image of Sean still sits with furry growing in his eyes..

“How long has he been here?” Ben asks quietly.

“What?”

“Your ex, the vampire. How long?” His voice is ice cold and the shifting mood is so hard for me to grasp, but my ultimate high is suddenly over. Ben’s arms are no longer a comfortable place to be.