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And I’d never want him to stop.
I’m his prey.
His nervous prey, his inexperienced prey, fine, fine.
But right now my lust is screaming so loudly I can barely hear everything else, all that other nonsense that only threatens to get in the way.
He pulls me close to him and slides his fire-hot hands up the back of my legs, pushing my dress aside and grinding against my bare skin. Goosebumps prickle and follow the path his hands make.
He grits his teeth when he gets to my ass, palming it roughly, seductively, his fingers creeping down and closer to my soaked panties with each stroke.
“You feel fucking perfect, my curvy virgin mortal,” he snarls. “Turn around and bend over the couch. I need to see that pussy again. And I’m warning you, Tammy, I’m going to use a charm to make you cream hard for me. You better tell me now if you’ve got a goddamn problem with that.”
“N-no,” I whimper. “I want it. I want it bad.”
My mind sings with the prospect of being utterly in his thrall.
Utterly his.
Forever.
He spins me around and presses down on my shoulder blades.
I bend over and stick my ass out, feeling truly sexy for the first time in my life. Even as virginal anxiety threatens to erupt into the fabric of the moment, I feel my womb urging me on, telling me this is it, the night I become a sexual being and get comfortable enough to be with my man.
“Odin’s eye,” he growls, smoothing his hand over my ass cheek and then slowly peeling my panties down.
“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “What the heck did you just say?”
“Old expression,” he smirks, as I bend around to look into his red-shimmering, fanged expression. “Now be a good little virgin and stick that ass out. I’m going to make you come and cream like my perfect sexy goddess.”
“Like this?” I whimper, arching my back and pushing with my hips.
His face goes tight and he swallows. His manhood makes a massive outline against the fabric of his trousers as he gazes down at my ass, my dress hiked up around my hips in bunches of fabric. The only light comes as a soft moon-blue glow through the closed curtains and the sconce lights along the walls, giving him an eerie, captivating appearance.
And him, the red shimmer that flows through him in frenetic pulses before settling as he gets himself under control … only to flare again moments later.
“Yes,” he growls. “Like that. Now, you’re going to cream. And you’re going to fucking cream hard. I’ve never used charms for this before.”
“It’s both our first time,” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says passionately. “It fucking is.”
“Ah,” I scream as he plunges his middle finger into my hole.
I had no idea how wet I was until his finger slides deeply inside of me, his knuckles pressed up against my ass cheeks as he begins to swirl his finger inside of me.
I gasp and bite down, and then I feel electric tension sizzling through me. It’s as though he’s touching every single part of me with a live wire, my hairs pricking up all over my body, my hole getting tight and the universe spinning around me like suddenly we’re the center of it like suddenly nothing else matters or even exists.
“Fuck, you’re getting tight,” he snarls.
I have to close my eyes, the force of the pleasure is so strong.
It attacks every part of me in otherworldly gasping closeness.
“Are—you—doing—it—”
“Yes,” he moans. “And you’re going to cream for me. Any second now. I can feel it. And then I’m going to rub your sweet cream all over my cock and plunge inside of you. I can’t wait anymore. I need to claim you before I lose control and feed on that luscious round ass, an ass made for pounding, for spanking, for fucking owning. You’re mine, Tammy. You’re my fucking property. Cream. Now, now. Do it now.”
On his last word, he must send the most powerful charm into me yet, because suddenly I float up out of my body and the only thing I can feel, the only thing that exists for me, is the feeling of his finger pressed against a spot of pure heaven inside of me.
The euphoria is like the Big Bang, like a river of lava – boiling but painless – is flows through me, like a primordial maelstrom of heat and closeness and need spinning around and around and around.
I feel my legs trembling as I stand on my tiptoes, almost falling over the couch.
Everything shakes and then a gushing fountain opens up inside of me.
Something shatters and then comes together and shatters again.
“Fuck, your cream is flowing down your thighs,” Torsten gasps.
Even through my eyelids, I can see the redness filling up the room now, a flashing siren of light that proclaims his vampiric, carnal desire.
