10 Bedding the vampire
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The hands on his back glided down with a sensual caress that had his c**k throbbing painfully in his pants. His body was on fire. The hardthorn was completely taking hold of his body, and soon he’ll be a slave to his lust. He ground into the bed seeking relief he didn’t want.
Tavek growled surprised by his thought. It was true.
He didn’t want it with Celeste. He wanted it with her, his blood slave. Robin’s beautiful face flickered in his mind. She was the one who was supposed to be beneath him gliding her hands down his back, and taking every inch of his c**k. Tavek groaned as he remembered how wet she had been for him just a few minutes ago, how she had pushed her p***y into his hand craving his touch. Her scent had been so intoxicating. It had filled his lungs, drugging him, driving him crazy.
If only she hadn’t run away, Tavek thought as his mind painted an erotic fantasy that had him pulling at his clothes until he was naked on his back, spread out on his bed. He wrapped his hand around his c**k and stroked. He hissed as pre-come seeped from his slit. He was so sensitive there. He couldn’t wait for her to tease him with her tongue, to lap at the juice he was producing for her, the way he would have done for her.
He needed her.
“I want…” he moaned, feeling like he was going to explode if he didn’t sink into her softness soon. He reached out and touched warm flesh. She was right there for the taking.
Celeste didn’t resist when Tavek pulled her to his chest. He was strong, powerful and virile. She wasn’t going to forget this moment any time soon. It has been so long since she had a man, Celeste thought grinding her p***y along his hard thigh. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her and feel his powerful thrusts.
His c**k jutted from a thatch of black hair between his thighs to curve to his stomach. Celeste leaned close to stare at it. She licked her lips in anticipation of his taste.
She had been right. He was thick and long.
She couldn’t wait to have him.
She wrapped her hand along his hand, he groaned as she touched. She helped him to pump his length.
“Baby,” he whispered his voice sounding tortured.
“Yes,” Celeste said.
At the sound of her voice Tavek suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. Celeste didn’t waste any time. She leaned down and swallowed him to the back of her throat.
Tavek moaned. The sound echoed in the room. He won’t last. He could feel his c**k thicken with semen. He needed to be inside her now. He pulled her from his c**k and manhandled her until she was lying on her back, all spread out for him.
Robin reached her room and sat on her bed. She placed her hand on her chest and tried to calm the racing of her heart. Her body was going out of control. She was still hot all over, her breasts were heavy and p***y pulsed with need.
She needed s*x, to be bred like a mare in heat.
What was happening to her?
She got up from the bed and started to pace. She had to expunge the burning energy that had her thinking of hard-core s*x, the filthy kind.
The prince had sounded so filthy when he’d whispered in her ear.
“Are you hurting here?” he’d whispered.
Yes, she was definitely hurting. Robin squeezed her thighs together, but her p***y continued to throb like it had a mind of its own.
“Is your p***y all wet, baby?” she moaned as she remembered his words. He’d called her baby as though she meant something to him.
Foolish girl, Robin moaned as something electric zapped inside her p***y. Slick ran down her thighs. She was getting wet, very wet. Her body was becoming overly sensitive, like she could come from any simple stimulant. Her dress felt too much on her skin, she couldn’t breathe. She felt claustrophobic, but she couldn’t go back to the garden. She didn’t feel safe walking around the castle by herself.
Robin suddenly stopped her pacing when a tortured moan filtered into her room distracting her from her own problems. She turned around wondering where it came from.
The sound came again. Now she could hear the sensual note that inflamed her own arousal to another level.
Robin walked around the room, placing her ear to the walls. She knew she shouldn’t do it, but something compelled her to find the source of the sound.
She came to a stop on the far wall of the room, opposite her bed. There the rustling of sheets, the slapping of flesh against flesh and throaty moans were more pronounced.
Robin was surprised to find a door. There was a room on the other side that connected to hers. She grasped the doorknob. Her heart slammed into her chest.
This was so perverse, she shouldn’t be doing this. But her body arousal blazed. There was something compelling about seeing what was in the next room.
Her body felt high strung and in need.
She twisted the doorknob, and the door opened without fuss. The smell of s*x hit her. She breathed it and her body buzzed with desire. The door faced the bed, and she was face to face with the couple on the bed.
The woman was on her hands and knees. Her back curved in an arch that exposed her ass and p***y to the man who was ramming his hard length into her.
The prince.
Robin’s mouth went dry. He was a vision. His naked body moved in an erotic rhythm she knew would feel so good, if it was her there receiving, allowing him to use her like the woman was.
Robin gasped as her body grew hotter.
The prince turned then. Their eyes collided. He turned bad to the woman on the bed, and then back at her. Something akin to anger flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead his every thrust was punishing and obscene, Robin felt weak at the knees staring at him.
It should be me there, she ran out of the room as the thought hit her.
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