“Again, give it to me again, Amelia!” he demanded of me and suddenly I felt my body being moved and I opened my eyes, forcing myself to focus on what was happening next. Lucius had moved me to the dressing table so he could bend me over slightly, trying to make more of a connection and going deeper and deeper. My body bowed backwards with my breasts standing high and as if begging him for more attention. I could even feel the blood from around my nipple trickling down the side of my breast before he leisurely licked his way up to it, then swirled his tongue around the hardened abused nub.
It was one of the most erotic feelings and yet something so simple, as just the feel of my own blood being drawn from this wild beast of a man pounding into me. Then his hand circled my neck again as his thrusts got harder, as if needing to keep me in place or I would go flying off into the wall and hurt myself if he didn’t. I could feel my breast jerking hard with the brutal thrusts and again I was crying out my release, quickly losing count of how many there had been.
Then, after my cries had been spent through this last orgasm, he squeezed my neck once more before releasing me and running his solid hand down my collar bone, and his other hand to my hip, holding me steady as he continued to pound into me, slower this time. Then that hand continued down from my neck and in between the valley of my breasts and all the way down to my belly. Doing so in a slow tantalising way that matched his now slower thrusts as he hammered into me hard but slow. It was torturous as much as it was pleasurable for the next time I came around his cock, it was almost as if he was dragging it out of me in slow motion.
“Lucius… I can’t… I can’t, not again,” I told him a desperate tone, making him grin down at me and it was pure evil. Especially as he could feel for himself as fluttering wave after wave quivered along the length of him. One that ended up being the longest orgasm yet as he wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t give me even a second of reprieve from this sexual onslaught! No, he just kept giving it to me, just like I had begged for him to do, as if each slow drag of his cock against the inside of my core was enticing more and more out of me and in turn, feeding his sadistic addiction.
Hell, but it soon felt as if I didn't even know my own name anymore, for there was only Lucius. For there was only one name that I would repeat over and over and over again, and that was his. This demon that clearly wanted to fuck me into oblivion!
But then finally, after I lay now limp and close to passing out on the table, Lucius must have known I was close to my limits, being human. Which was when he decided the last destination to fuck me would finally be the bed, as there was one last part still to come, literally. Because I knew there was still one thing missing other than that of our combined release…. he wanted to be reunited with the taste of my blood along with having me be reunited with the taste of his.
I knew this when he lay me down without his cock losing even an inch of our connection. My eyes fluttered open to see him now leaning backwards above me, so he could take in the sight of me. The sight of his sated little pet now thoroughly fucked. But the sight he granted me in return was one that burned into my mind. Because it was raw, and it was beautiful. Because with his length still seated firmly inside me, he was still all demon and now with his wings stretched out, it became such a demonic presence, that I felt myself capable of coming again just from the sight alone. It was that powerful.
“Gods, but you are utter fucking perfection!” he stated with a hard demonic voice, that sounded more like he was making a vow not giving me a compliment. This was before he suddenly dropped down on his hands and started to take me