Morning Romp

“Nonus?” she murmured, rubbing her eyes and shifting her hip as I pinned her other leg in place, not wanting to leave her flesh. My mouth was just inches above her honey pot, going lower and lower.

“Mmm?” I asked, finding her relaxed despite being pinned to the mattress. The bond that we share ignited my instincts to protect her and claim her, making my cock throb. But I ignored it to move my mouth lower while slipping a finger inside her with ease.

Anya gasped in surprise, feeling her body being violated in the best way while she was still trying to orient herself to the situation.

She had fallen asleep with me naked before the trial, and there was no way she was leaving this bed without being fucked again.

Given my age and strength, it wasn’t hard to flip her on her back in one smooth motion without waking her up any further. Instead, I wanted her to wake up to my fingers and the pleasure I was giving her.

“Please,” she mumbled and moaned, gasping for breath. Perhaps, she is more awake than I expected, I thought to myself. Good.

With my tongue curled, I began tasting her milky wet flesh and exploring her clitoris. She responded by lifting her hips to greet me, so I slid in another finger as I sucked on her delicious little cherry.

I pretended not to hear her swear as she pulled my hair halfway between trying to shove me away and pulling me closer, completely lost in the pleasure I was giving her.

I continued fucking her with my fingers, nice and slow, in and out, with my tongue teasing and caressing her little nub and my lips refusing to stop the small, suckling motion.

Over the years, it had become natural, as a vampire, to go through a phase where sexual desires dominated your life. Pleasing a woman was far easier than pleasing a man if you knew what you were doing.

When having intercourse with the opposite sex, increasing her pleasure was only going to make it that much more pleasing for my cock—something even I had taken for granted for the first hundred years of my existence.

Anya reached her orgasm quickly, which brought her defenses down, and her walls began closing around and milking my fingers while I pressed them upward to stimulate her G-spot.

“No!” she cried out, letting go of my hair and pulling away as her body continued to shake and her hands struggled to grab the bedframe.

I wasn’t about to show her any mercy though. Now that she wasn’t a virgin and we had explored each other’s bodies for days at a time, I had a better idea of what she could take.

This girl could bleed one orgasm into another with ease if I pushed her just right. This early only, however, I was limiting it to twice before I fucked her.

The precum that I felt on my tip was cool, which made my cock pulsate. I was dying to feel her juices.

I could feel the warm, tight embrace of her walls around my fingers as I continued to try and coax another orgasm out of her, with the last one still being palpable on my fingers.

I wanted to bury myself inside her, fill her with my semen and my blood, and mark her with everything that I was. I wished I could leave marks on her skin with my teeth.

I wanted everyone to fear what I might do to them if they harmed this precious woman.

Her high-pitched moan made me pause my movements briefly, as I felt her next orgasm clamp around my fingers almost painfully. I changed the angle to continue fucking her, coming up for air away from her clitoris.

I was lost in bliss, as was she, going by the way her head was thrown back and her hips riding my fingers. Her very breasts heaving for breath as her body shook.

Fuck. I need to be in her.

I wanted her legs wrapped around me the next time she was like that… Or, even as she was: helpless to the pleasure I was giving her.

“Anya,” I murmured, slipping my fingers out quickly so I could substitute them with the head of my cock.

Her tight wet entrance stretched just over half of the head of my dick, wrapping itself around it so beautifully that I wanted to do nothing more than meld with her.

I tried not to shiver or shake with the effort it took for me to brush Anya’s hair away from her face to gaze into her pleasure-hazed, glossy eyes. However, her focus was already on what was about to slip into her.

My lips couldn’t help but twist into a knowing smile as I pushed into her, inch by inch. I watched her eyes light up and her jaw drop as she inhaled deeply, both hands moving from the bedframe and the sheets to my shoulders.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No, Nonus!” she shrieked. She could barely breathe as she held onto me, already so close to cumming around my cock again just from feeling me inside of her.

It was exactly what I wanted.

“Sakra ano moje kotě,” I murmured, fully aware that she had no clue what I was saying other than the last word.

Anya loved when I spoke Russian, and “Kiska” and “Kotě” were two of her favorite nicknames. The word “kiska” means pussy, and I had originally started calling her that as an insult because the others seemed obsessed with names.

However, over time, I switched to calling her “Kočička” out of respect and affection, even though she still preferred “Kiska,” despite knowing its meaning.

I brought my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself as I began fucking her, feeling her warm, tight cunt wrap tightly around me. Within seconds, I exploded. I moaned into her mouth as she let out a cry into mine.

I let her go to allow her to sink her teeth into my shoulders. With her venom entering my bloodstream and my blood entering her body as she came around my cock, I was completely overwhelmed.

Grabbing her hips, I began thrusting harder, holding her head toward me as I felt her swallow my blood. I felt my balls drain themselves in time with her blood-sucking, and I lost myself in her body and her arms.

Soon enough, I let out a groan and pulled her closer as I let myself go, thrusting even faster and harder than I had before.

I fucked her senseless until she began to scream and let myself get lost in her pussy, feeling the sweet heaven of her body wrapped around my own. Her warm soft body invited me in as I fucked her vigorously.

Her pussy was milking me as I continued pushing into her over and over until, finally, the pleasure of it shot directly from my balls and right up my spine as I sank my own fangs into her shoulder while I spilled into her.

Over and over, I pumped into her, shuddering while breathing through my nose as I fed and held onto her.

Anya was mine. Somehow, she had chosen me over Ryder. A part of me wondered if it was out of pure instinct. This beautiful queen was dying to be tied to the strongest.

Like any queen in a hive, she needed to be clever to continue to rule.

Anya’s breath came in shuddering gasps as her hand lifted toward my face. I pulled away from her neck and licked my lips.

“I love you,” she whispered, expressing feelings I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

Was this love?

I had forgotten what love felt like.