through me. Trapped in your arms with one powerful hand against my throat, my body constricted like a python around yours.
“My gods, Vincent.”
I grunted and whined while you hammered me from below. You knew exactly where to stab to light me up, and gravity was on your side. My muscles shuddered from your brutal strokes, and my body burned now in the best possible way. My demon side emerged, all bright, white eyes and snapping teeth. I wanted to tear flesh to the bone and never let go.
My channel tightened around you like a fist and my body curled inward. And then it was just too much to hold onto, like trying to keep the whole galaxy inside me. My climax came from all directions and overwhelmed me in its intensity. It pummeled me for so long and so hard, I thought I might never surface.
You made a grating noise and bit my shoulder again to restrain me while you filled me up. You clutched at me in desperation and growled my name, still shuddering inside me. You used me for your own gratification, and my body had never felt so satisfied, not even after a feed.
When at last you’d finished, you licked the cut on my shoulder and murmured sweet things. Your fingers drifted lazily across my chest until my pulse slowed and my breath returned. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of your arms or have our bodies be separated. It seemed you didn’t either.
“Can we go again?” I asked after a while.
“Aren’t you sore?” Your breath was warm against my ear.
“I don’t mind it.”
“Insatiable,” you murmured, not upset.
“A blessing from the gods.” Isn’t that what you’d once said about our virility?
“You’re going to exhaust me, youngblood.”
But you were already pulsing inside me, a low, dull throb that grew stronger and more insistent.
“You’re hardly putting up a fight.” I ground down on you to make my point.
“Turn around, cucciolo. I want to see your face.”
We maneuvered ourselves so that my knees rested on the smooth rock with my chest pressed against yours, your cock still stirring inside me. You guided my mouth to the bend of your neck where instinct told me to bite. You must have known I would. I gripped you with both hands and sucked lazily, savoring your flavor, invigorated by your blood.
You held me tight in your arms and let me go on like that for a while—too long probably—until you turned your head at last, breaking my suction. My head fell back, drunk on your flavor.
“I love you so much,” I said.
“You love my blood,” you said with an indulgent smile.
“And your body, your muscles, your skin…” I licked your earlobe, always so tempted to nibble on that soft piece of flesh.
“What about my personality?”
“Too stubborn,” I said with a smile.
“And my cock?”
“Almost makes up for it.”
“I want you like this now,” you said softly, nosing my jaw, kissing my cheek, my forehead, the part in my hair. And while you touched me so sweetly, your cock swelled, stretching me again. Your mouth was so nice, but your dick was so mean. It was easier this time, though, either because you were already seated inside me or because I was accustomed to the pain. I might tear, but I wouldn’t break. You rocked me in a slow, lulling tempo. Your easy rhythm put me in a trance.
“Could we survive like this?” I wondered aloud.
“Feeding from each other?” you asked while scenting my skin.
“And fucking.”
“For a while,” you said, nearly a promise.
“I never want us to be apart.” The fear of us being separated assaulted me again. Its intensity stole my breath away.
“You belong to me now, don’t you?” you said.
I nodded, subdued for the moment. “You’ve ruined me.”
“Mine to tend and mine to ruin.”
Your palm pressed against my tailbone, drawing me closer, squeezing me tighter. Spikes of pleasure, sharp as a knife’s edge, sliced through me. You leaned back on one elbow and rolled your hips while your other hand clutched my throat. I dug my knees into the meat of your torso and rode you like a serpent. Eyes closed, I moaned and wailed. This must be what the priests meant when they spoke of rapture.
“You are exquisite,” you said as we undulated as one. My cock twitched and pulsed with every languid stroke, slapping clumsily against my stomach. I doubted I looked as graceful while fucking as you did, but I hardly cared. You took my cock in hand like