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After finishing up your duties for the day, you return back to your room, where a note and a single rose await you on your bed. The note reads, “I know what time it is. Come to me this evening. -T ”
You start to wonder how he could possibly know your body better than you, but then you realize - of course he’d know.
The next moments are a blur, almost as if by magic you’ve been transported into his bedroom.
He’s close to your neck now, breathing heavily. He slams into you with a fiery force you had never seen in him before. He’s holding onto the headboard with one hand, gripping your throat with the other. He applies the lightest pressure on your windpipe with his thumb, eyes closed, panting heavily. His cock quivers inside you as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in closer.
“Sorella, I am afraid I will not last long if you keep that up,” he says, panting.
You look up at him with a coy smile and a twinkle in your eyes.
He straightens up. “I want you to have a good time,” he says, a devilish look in his eyes. “And how can you enjoy yourself when I am out like a snuffed out candle?” His brow is furrowed this time, lost in thought. His pace is slower, savoring each time he pulls out and pushes back in.
“I am,” you assure him, caressing his jaw and turning his face to yours. You look into his eyes, the white iris piercing into you like a white-hot flame.
He pulls almost all the way out of you, slowly moving out and you can feel every inch of him. He looks down at his cock, bright red with fresh blood from your menstruation.
He mutters sultry Italian filth under his breath and places both hands on the headboard, looking down at you. “Knowing I could just - ” he begins but cuts himself off.
“Hm?” you urge.
He runs his hand down your throat, down your chest, tracing the middle of your sternum, before reaching your abdomen and gingerly placing his hand there. “I suppose it…drives me wild, signorina, seeing you so fertile and ready for me.”
You grab his waist and pull him forward, sliding him back inside you slowly. His eyes close and he exhales. He pushes your legs apart again and holds onto your knees, entering you slowly then thrusts his hips faster.
“I am ready for you, Terzo,” you sigh.
“I could take you,” he says, grinding into you shallowly.
You nod your head, simply mesmerized by how well he fills you.
“I could fucking take you right now,” he says, leaning into you and thrusting faster. He grazes his sharp fangs over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. He’s so close…he could drink you dry, or turn you.
He’s face-to-face with you now, moaning into your ear and bringing his lips close to your neck again and baring his teeth. His breath is hot and heavy, leaving a wet spot of saliva in your hair. He’s desperately clutching at your breasts and kissing your face, your neck, your shoulder. Each time you think he’ll bite, he hesitates.
He pulls out, bringing with him a mixture of your cum and his and your blood pooling at your entrance. Almost instinctively, he fingers the ruby red substance and slides it up your inner folds. He’s painting long, delicate strokes along your folds, just stopping short of your sensitive bud. He looks up at you and says, “Sei comodo?” You nod in response, longing for him to continue.
He kisses your inner thighs while waiting for you to clear your throat and answer “Yes, Papa.” In between the kisses, he gently bites into your skin along your thighs, each time less painful than the previous. Your heart jumps each time his fangs sink into your supple flesh. He kisses you sweetly again before moving towards your center.
He slides his tongue in between your folds, gingerly entering at first, then ravenously devours up the blood from your core. As he slides his tongue up and down, your back arches, shuddering each time he flicks his tongue against your clit. He pushes your legs against your chest, pressing his face against you deeper, lapping at your entrance, thirsty for more and moaning - he’s enjoying this almost more than you.
You cry out his name as he sucks at your clit, giving it more attention now that he’s eaten you out of all your blood. He’s worked you up all evening, and you’re almost ready to - oh fuck! He holds your hips firmly as your whole body begins to shake. You can feel his incisors graze against your skin as your hips buck against his face but he doesn’t let up his determination to give you the most intense orgasm.
He emerges from between your legs, almost as if he’s floating above you. He wears a grin on his face with blood stains around his mouth, smearing with his Papal paints. He slithers up next to you, his head now in the crook of your neck. Once again you have goosebumps and shivers running up and down your body.
“Sorella, you taste divine,” he growls into your ear. “I must have more.” In one swift motion he sinks his teeth into your warm neck, the pain sending shockwaves to your nervous system. Instinctively, you start to pull away and push against Terzo but his grip is stronger.
Your pain soon turns into pleasure, and you want to return his favor. Your body relaxes in his arms, no longer fighting this.
He’s sucked your cunt dry, and now he wants more.