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“Please,” Charles pleaded and watched as those soft eyes brimming with both love and lust, waver. “I need you,” he pressed each word into her exposed neck with a kiss and reached for the buttons on her blouse, driven with fervor to make her his own.
“Wait,” she gasped when Charles’s tongue lapped at her collarbone, and placed a hand on his chest to stop his advances. “I’m-”
The man pushed himself up on his elbows and searched her face; rosy cheeks that flushed to match his own, lips swollen from his ministrations, half-lidded irises that watched him and no one else.
So, what was it? Why are you pushing me away!? Has another man held you like this — like I’ve always dreamed of? Did he bury himself between your thighs, and smother your moans with his tongue? Did he even make you feel good?
God, if he still resides in your heart I’d … I’ll… Charles faltered as his heart clenched.
“You’re what?” he rested his head into the crook of her neck, and felt her lifeline pulse against closed eyelids. Charles couldn’t meet her gaze, especially not when there was a chance those crystal eyes could glow with adoration for anyone that wasn’t him.
She turned away.
“I’m… a virgin.”
“ Quoi?”
“I’ve never, erm, had anyone down there,” the lady mumbled and squirmed, “but I think I’d like to try.”
“Yeah? With me?” he whispered, pushed the unbuttoned blouse off her body and kneaded her tension away with warm hands. Charles’s previous worries dissipated with hers, now replaced by a carnal need to show his lady just how good he could be, how good she’d feel with him. Anything to guarantee that she’ll stay behind in this century and live the rest of her curt human life here, Charles would make sure of it.
“Mmm. I-I just don’t know how it works,” she stammered.
Charles shushed, “that’s for me to worry about.”
He lifted her hips off the mattress and settled between her thighs, she quickly moved her hands to cover her sex, much to his displeasure.
“Wait! Charles… that’s gross,” she mumbled.
“I sure as hell don’t think so. Just…” Charles shuddered, the smell of her arousal hit him as he pushed her hands out of the way to rest on her stomach. “Let me treasure you. Won’t you let me do that at least,” he murmured, and spread her slick folds, “for tonight?”
Charles dawdled, imbibing the sight of gorgeous heat between her splayed legs. When she failed to renounce his advances, he rolled soft circles over her clit with a thumb before pushing a finger into her. Slowly, he flattened his tongue against her cunt and flicked the tip of his tongue upwards.
“So good… So good, my love, ” Charles groaned, feeling his fangs press against the inside of his mouth, desperate in need to sink into her supple skin and draw blood.
Not yet.
Charles reprimanded his own urgency.
Not until she’s calling out my name over and over, as if she may dare to forget how it feels on her tongue.
Hands that drummed on her belly button now gripped handfuls of mauvey hair as Charles let her pull him close and push him away when it got too intense. Her soft groans glided over his ears like satin, his finger was eagerly joined by another as they curled up against her g-spot.
“
Ah! T-that’s!
Charles I’m gonna cum, I think I’m gonna-” his lady moaned, rocking her hips against his face as her walls clamped down on his digits.
Encouragement rumbled up from Charles’s throat as he sucked on her clit, pulling his fingers away once the tremors of her release sent her legs shaking. She jerked his head away from her sensitive heat, and stared at him with profound astonishment.
“Charles…” she murmured and watched as Charles licked his glistening lips, standing up to unbuckle his belt.
“Yes?” he answered while kicking off his trousers, the little trinkets tied to it landing with a muffled thud. His erection stood hard, dusky pink in his hand as Charles smeared his cock with her arousal.
“I need you,” she beckoned.
“I know.”
Charles smirked and hoisted her legs on his shoulder. “Can I? It’ll… help with the pain,” he prepositioned, pressing a sharp fang against her ankle.
She nodded wordlessly.
The lesser vampire pushed away the putrid memories of pungent metallic rivers flowing over wooden scaffolding, closed his eyes, and bit down. It was different, he told himself. Charles looked up at the ceiling, down to their connected bodies, over to her teary eyes filled with afterglow. Anything than the thin trickle of rouge that ran from her ankle.
“ Mon dieu, c’est si douce. So sweet, ” Charles gasped as the tightness of her body and the fragrant smell of her blood made for an ecstatic headrush. His tongue chased after it, savoring the taste of candied victual with every thrust that sheathed him inside of her.
Charles grabbed onto her ankles and applied pressure to close the puncture marks. He watched as his lady’s cheeks flushed pink, slack jawed in pleasure that he produced.
Charles… Charles!
She mouthed his name with every euphoric ebb and flow that pulsed through her veins, lost in harsh snaps of his hips as Charles drove harder and faster in her heat.
Stay with me, and only me!
Charles drew in one last shuddering breath and spilled his seed inside her, pumping languidly through his orgasm as her walls sucked him in deeper. He checked over her already healing wound, and let go of her.
Two spent bodies curled up face to face soon after, whisperings of everything and anything, promises, and an ever changing tomorrow were passed from pillow to pillow.
Now this… was indeed what he came back to life for. She would be the key to the normalcy Charles craved in the second-life.
He twirled a piece of her soft hair around his ring finger and pressed it to his lips. The soft rise and fall of her chest as she pulled in quiet breaths didn’t go unnoticed by Charles, despite the ethereal lull of dreamless rest. Even if she slept soundly in his arms, Charles knew her side of the bed would be cold come morning.
I won’t deprive you of your freedom, and I’ll let you go tonight. Because now… I know you’ll come back.
Charles closed his eyes and tucked away today’s events as a memory; to swaddle him against the harsh reality of his sorry state as a pawn.
“One day. I’ll keep you, for good,” he promised to empty ears. Although his revived red string was knotted in his sire’s hand, it was Charles’s turn to be selfish and unravel it for himself.