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I feel my hole fluttering around his finger as his other hand sends charm-ecstasy surging through me.
“I can’t wait,” he growls. “Come here, Tammy.”
I open my eyes and he spins me around.
His body is glowing like a furnace now and his fangs are glinting in the light. He grabs my hip with one hand and lifts me up, lifts me as though I weigh less than air, balancing me with his hand palming my ass at the same time as I prop my hands on his shoulders.
“F-fuck,” I whimper. “You’re so strong.”
With his free hand, he tears down his pants and reveals his manhood, a glistening come-slick length that springs up ten inches long, and thick, so thick a tremor travels through me at the thought I won’t be able to take him.
He places me down on the back of the couch, but still props me up as he steps forward and guides his manhood to me.
“I have to be strong,” he growls, stroking his engorged head up and down my clit, the grinding wetness almost driving me to orgasm all over again. “But goddamn I need to see those juicy breasts, too. But I’m scared if I do I’ll feed on them.”
“You can heal me after, right?” I whisper.
“Yes.”
“Then do it, Torsten. Take me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he snarls.
“Why not?” I touch his face, stroke it softly, and then run my finger along his lip and touch one of his razor-sharp fangs. “It’s just so much fun.”
With a savage thrust of his hand, he tears my dress off, the fabric ripping under his godly power and ending up crumpled on the floor.
Another—and my bra goes the same way, my breasts spilling free.
“Those breasts,” he snarls. “This creamy cunt. You were made for me, Tammy.”
I gasp as he arches his back and slides his length inside of me.
Collapsing forward, I bury my face in his neck as a twinge of fear kisses me, making me wonder if he’s too big if I’ll be able to …
But then my doubts wash hotly away as I feel my pussy blooming and flooding with his tingly need for me.
I squeal as he rears back, pumping his hips, one hand always grabbing and kneading and massaging my ass cheeks.
He gazes down at my breasts, his eyes wide, his pulsating getting quicker as he struggles with the desire to plunge his erect fangs into them.
“Do it,” I urge. “I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”
“You better,” he groans. “Because you smell fucking incredible.”
I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders as he leans down and bites my breast softly. The warmth of his fangs is orgasmic, thudding into me with the force of a promise.
He pumps his hips faster and I grind against him, the walls of my pussy feeling tight and close and oh-so-intimate around him as we sink into a rhythm.
He gasps and growls as he sucks on my breast, his teeth clamping tighter, but he must be using a charm because where his fangs make their mark orgiastic tingling spreads through my breasts, making my nipples hard.
“Fuck,” he growls, breaking it off and leaning back, gazing at me with his red-smeared mouth, his eyes ablaze. “You’re close. You’re close again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I—I—”
“Beg me to bite you,” he groans, hardly able to get the words out past his overwhelming desire, desire that blazes clearly in his face. “Beg me, Tammy.”
“Bite me,” I moan, forcing the words out past the catching scream in my throat. “Oh, God. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me!”
He buries his face in his breast again.
This time, the way his cock fills me seems to get even more dominating. My pussy starts to pulse in time with his feed-driven lust, his thrusts getting even quicker, far quicker now than any human man could pump his hips.
He pounds into me in a flurry of movement and all I can do is clutch onto his large shoulder muscles to stop myself from collapsing backward.
A symphony of pleasure erupts in my breasts and deep in my pussy, and then they both travel through my body and join somewhere in my belly. They sing brightly and hotly and then I’m shivering and I feel the orgasm shooting out of me, my juices squirting down his length as he pumps deeper and bites harder.
“Beg me to come in you,” he snarls, breaking off the biting contact for a moment. “Beg.”
“P-please,” I sing. “Come in me, Torsten. Please come in my tight virgin pussy.”
“Keep saying that,” he commands.
“Come in my tight virgin pussy,” I moan, my pussy getting tight and then loosening suddenly as more squirting pleasure flows out of me. “Come in—Come—Come—”
He throws his head back and roars, his fangs making two shiny points in the semidarkness.
I grab the back of his neck and pump with my hips, grinding my pussy down onto him.
