The Power of Blood - Sex Stories

The Power of Blood

... until I feel a thick, hard, hot cock press against my opening. My knees come to rest next to his chest. Need. It explodes between my thighs, like a lance of fire spearing upwards and taking my breath away. The hands let go. I could hold myself up, easy slowly down on the huge spear of flesh, but I don’t need that. Time slows again while I relax my legs and let my whole weight impale me with his cock. I come, hard, screaming, but it’s just the start. Another cock presses against my bumhole. It’s dirty, depraved, unspeakably wicked. It’s exactly what I need right now, what the monster in me needs. He has gotten the hint, and he pushes his lubed cock inside without pause. My voice breaks. I’m delirious with pleasure. The start to move, and like well-acquainted dancers, we easily fall into a rhythm. Another cock touches my lips and welcome it, twirling my tongue around it, sucking it in deeply. Moans and grunts start to fill the air. Cameras go in and out of focus. I’m coming, coming, never really stopping. At some point, I’m riding another cock in my bum while getting fucked in my pussy by the biggest cock I’ve ever had and being face-fucked by a third. I’m coated with cum and drool, and I feel my pussy and ass get sore, but I’m still riding the waves of pleasure. The cock in my mouth pulses and shoots cum deeply down my throat. I swallow greedily, revelling in the moans from its bearer. * * * * Sometime later, maybe hours, I stir awake. It’s almost dark inside, and silent. I ...

... groan. My pussy’s burning. My nipples are rubbed raw, or bitten raw, or whatever. But I’m sated and more contented than I have in a long time. “Ow,” I complain quietly when I bring my legs together and feel a cramp in my thigh. “You had quite the time there,” Miranda states from the shade in the corner. Normally, I would have noticed her before I had even opened my eyes. But now my senses are drunk from pleasure. I’ll have to be careful on my way home. “How long…” “Three hours, give or take a quarter. You wore them out. This one’s going to be a hit.” I turn my face away, hating the way I blush, and even more hating the sexual beast I become each time my hunger for blood is sated. I have tried to go without that carnality, locked myself in for days after feeding… “Don’t act coy. You love that part. You don’t fool me anymore.” I stay silent because I would have to lie otherwise. I did go without, could go without. But, if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to go without. “I need to go home.” * * * * I have no idea how she does it; have the camera team and guys here in mere fifteen minutes, I mean. There aren’t many things that puzzle a vampire. But then, I didn’t really care. I did care that she was ready to feed me whenever I needed it, and that the sex afterwards was clean and intense. I have no idea how she had figured it out either. It had started with mysterious phone calls where she told me that she knew my secret, that she could help me out. Of course, I played dumb. ...