Tw vampirism (as in, sexual fantasy involving an actual vampire), mentions of blood and blood sucking.
What if a vampiress were to sneak into my room, in the middle of the night? She would enter from my balcony, passing through the door window, the one i accidentally forgot to close before i went to sleep. But how could a vampire enter my house without me inviting her? Well, she knows i want her to come in, she knows i want her to pull me close to her freezing body and kiss my lips.
It wouldn't be the first time.
She has already been here many times, she knows i'm sleeping in a corner of my bed, my chest after the wall, my hair tied in a messy bun. She would come close to me, lightly caressing my cheek with the tip of her fingers, taking her time to enjoy the warmth radiating from my body.
<<Darling>> she would whisper softly in my ear, sending a shiver down the back of my neck <<I'm here, my darling>>, and i would scoop closer to her body. Even without opening my eyes, even being still half asleep, my muscles would remind her curves and my ears the sweet sound of her voice. I would hug her tight and lay my head against her breast, complimented by the dark red corset she is wearing, wrapping one of my legs around her waist.
<<What time is it?>> i mumble, eyes still shut.
Her lips brush against my forehead:<<It's late, it's really late...but i couldn't wait to have you, darling>> and these few words are enough to send another shiver through my back, while i feel a wave of pure extasy wash all over me.
My eyes are suddently wide open, my breath fastened with excitment:<<Hi>> i clean my throat, coughing a little. I can physically feel myself blush under her gaze.
<<I love when you blush for me like that>> she tilts my chin to have better access to my neck <<Let me kiss you, mmh?>> and gently rests her lips over my windpipe, again and again, her hands groping my body. It doesn't even feel like someone is kissing me, it almost feels like being caressed by a feather.
The deal between the two of us is clear: i'll let her taste my blood, if she makes me cum first.
And she does, every single time.
She presses my back against her chest, gently feeling my chest up with one hand a kissing my right shoulder. Keeping my warm body close to hers, it's the best aphrodisiac: i know that's the biggest turn on for her.
Her fingers brushing my clit in slow circles are for me what my throbbing veins are for her, and i know that. I know that, and that's why i throw my head back on her shoulder. I can clearly see her eyes, bright with lust, gaze at the side of my neck.
Yeah, that's her favorite spot.
I can feel her fingers picking up pace, her nipping the back of my neck much more roughly with every second. Not roughly enough to break the skin, but still enough to send shivers down my back and make me moan.
And i'm so close, my back arching.
<<That's it>> i hear her murmoring into my ear <<Cum for me, my dear...Let me make you feel good>> and this is enough to send me over the edge.
My legs shake as i shut my eyes close, abandoning myself to the waves of my own pleasure, and to her comforting touch.
And now that i got what i wanted, it's time she gets what she wants too.
I know the feeling of her sharp fangs penetrating the skin of my shoulder, i know it even too well. I was kinda scared the first time. I thought, of course, that it was going to be painful, maybe even atrocious. I was wrong.
It doesn't hurt...well, it does sting a bit at first, only for a couple of seconds. After that imperceptible amount of time, the feeling is breathtaking. The softness of her lips sucking on my skin and the sharpness of her teeth sucking the blood out of me. It's a warm feeling, a hot bath or a comfortable blanket, and it makes me want to scoop closer to her, to lean into the bite.
And my eyes become heavier and heavier, my body gets more and more relaxed, that usual feeling of floating washes over me.
<<You still awake?>> her soft voice makes me regain an inch of conciousness. I can hear her heavy breathe, the way her chest brushes against my back. It's not like she's actually breathing, of course, even though she always appears to be kind of fatigued after a bite. I don't know why, one day i'll ask her, maybe.
I'd like to answer and say that, yeah, i am still awake, but i'm too tired to speak, my lips and tongue and facial muscles refuse to perform their duty. I just nod, eyes shut.
I can feel her hold on me tighten, and then nothing. But i know she will come back in a few days. She always does.
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