𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 [ᴮᵉˡˡ ⁺ ₐₘᵦₑᵣᵧₙ] {NSFW}

[Amberyn]

Ah, so that was how she got him to shut up. It was probably a good thing, too; it sounded like he was about to make a fool of himself again. It could be worse. He could be a shit kisser. To be fair, if he didn't have... other talents, Leona would have kicked him in the balls by now. Vampire speed be damned. She'd have found a way. Although if Samuel didn't stop playing games with her soon, he was going to lose all those brownie points. There were only so many bullshit powerplays that she was going to take, and yet being made to impale herself on his cock, fucking herself over and over, was incredibly hot. She didn't care how desperate she came across. That ship had long since sailed. He knew what he did to her; she could feel it in the way he kissed her, his tongue fighting for dominance, trying to control her. This time, she didn't let him win, her tongue dancing and twisting, making him work for something. It was a little petty, and she couldn't avoid him forever, not while treating his cock like a dildo. She let him have her tongue, secretly enjoying the way he sucked on it. That made her think of something else she would like him to suck... "Can't you be like fifteen per cent less slutty?"​ The truth was broadcast in his eyes, revealing it to be a joke, but that didn't stop her from losing her temper. "Are you fu-" Her voice cut off with a strangled groan, pain and pleasure entwining. Fucking vampire speed, she cursed, her movements feeling clumsy in comparison. It took her a handful of seconds to stop seeing stars, the pain from her hair being pulled into - what the fuck, pigtails? - called her back to herself, and after a few false starts, she managed to match his pace. His body kept her pinned to the ground, driving her into the gravel. He was no longer holding her wrist, and she didn't waste any time in reaching for him, digging her nails in his back. On some level, she wanted him to bleed, to feel the same stinging pain. Likewise, her other hand gripped his hair, slender fingers wrapping around the dark locks, and every time he pounded her into the ground, he got a taste of his own medicine. He wasn't playing now, consistently increasing the pace, and somehow she kept up. Leona didn't have the awareness to consider how that was possible; she just went with the flow, making harsh, desperate sounds as their bodies collided. She was getting close to another orgasm, her head spinning, and snarled when she felt her head pulled in two different directions. The way he growled her name almost made her lose it, and she crawled her way back enough to scream at him. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Samuel!" It seemed unlikely that he would at this point; he was as far gone as she was. Her nails scraped down his back, her body jerking with each penetration, his cock bruising her while he drove her closer to release. The first orgasm had been incredible, and the second one was blinding in its intensity, pleasure wrapped in pain. She knew she was screaming, incoherent ramblings, maybe his name, she didn't know. All she knew was the crashing waves of euphoria, the feel of him inside her, on top of her, and the feel of his skin as she shredded it with her nails. "Wh-whhat?" Jessica mumbled, her mouth filled with his cock, seconds later, preventing any other questions. He didn't seem to care for her answers, speaking to her when she couldn't answer. He smacked the back of her throat, and she was blubbering around his length, a complete mess. He grabbed her hair again, and she winced, eyes looking anywhere but him. A pitiful whimper gurgled out when the vampire hit the back of her head, pushing her further onto his cock. She was already close to hyperventilating, and the sudden feeling of him in her throat, blocking her air, made her claw at his legs. She didn't know how to handle him in her mouth, and being forced to deep-throat him was a new nightmare. He was still speaking to her, something about being slutty... the rest was gone in a blur of panic, and suddenly she could breathe. Her hands went to her throat, holding it while she coughed, an excess of spit dripping from her lips. He gave her mere seconds to recover, the pain of her roots taking over from the throb of her throat. Jessica just stared at him, trying to digest what he said. She wasn't that naive; she'd fingered herself in private, exploring her body like most teens did. It was the idea of doing it in front of someone else, in front of this bastard who seemed to think she could magically turn her arousal on just because he demanded it. He didn't like that, and she weakly reached after the glasses he tossed away. "No-no, please...!" she begged weakly, squeaking beneath the fingers that abruptly wrapped around her throat. Jessica squinted at the blurry figure in front of her, her fingers weakly scraping at his arm. He held her up easily, her toes touching the ground. Fingers forced their way between her thighs, and she jerked at the feel of them probing between her lips. He finally seemed to understand and asked the right question. A squeeze of her throat accompanied his demand for her to remain silent, and meekly she nodded her head, her shame written across her pretty face. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She liked boys. They just didn't seem to like her. Her throat bobbed beneath his hand, eyes widening at the proclamation, his words burning into her. It seemed unreal that she had gone from no one wanting anything to do with her to someone fucking her five minutes after meeting her. A few seconds passed, and then she began to move, gingerly at first. His fingers were dry, and she was terrified. It didn't feel good, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Gradually, her body warmed up to his touch, fear giving way to desperation. She tried to count the time in her head and lost count several times. It was easier to look away from him, to pretend that she was somewhere else, anywhere else. There were no moans, but she managed to kickstart her arousal enough to dampen his hand.

 

[Dr Bellwright]

First. The first. The realisation that Vincent was the first vampire burned inside the vampire, like a pyre. He was the first to drive his cock into her throat. His cock was the first the girl choked on. "I will be the first and the last man to fuck that tight cunt of yours." The vicious cruelty seemingly emanated from Vincent. He smelled of violence; he looked like malevolence incarnate. There was nothing the girl could say, do, promise, offer, negotiate, or do to make him stop. To ever make him stop. The realisation of her future was weighing on her. That offer, to rub herself on his fingers, on her own, was probably the kindest thing he would ever offer to her. His eyes burned with an unholy glow. Even for a vampire. Vampires were predators; this one was a feral monster. He didn't seem to care that she tried to claw at his hand, which held her almost in the air, it didn't matter. He would drink as much of her blood as required later to heal all his wounds. She was his first-aid kit from now on. Even if she didn't know the details of his plan, Jessica would be able to see the coldness in the way his hand forced her to her toes. Instrument, to show Samuel that he was just as good as he is. Instrument to use to heal. Instrument, to use and maybe even eventually sacrifice. Becoming a vampire corrupted everyone, but corruption in Vincent, in a way, was perfection. In the ideal world, it would be studied, extracted and placed in a museum. In this world, his fingers lazily moved in response to Jessica's honest attempts to make herself feel anything. To arouse herself. There was no fucking way she would achieve this goal. She could try; she could become somewhat damp. But Vincent no longer looked to fuck her wet cunt. His fucking, vicious smile only widened. "A minute passed, and you are barely wet." His fucking voice dripped with excitement, excitement to feel the way the girl would scream as he penetrated her. "Do you want to keep trying, or give up and get on with that?" His cock actually hardened at the realisation of how desperate the girl must be. This would be her first time. She would never forget him; he would burn into her psyche, and he wouldn't even need to be there for her to shudder and cry. He didn't wait for her to answer; he pulled the fingers, the last hope, of a less painful encounter away, stripping away the last illusion of mercy. As if to mock. The couple outside screamed each other's names. They seemed to have fun. Vincent no longer cared for Samuel; he had so much more fun, while that weakling worked too hard on his slave. They existed to please vampires, serve them, and be disposed of. Vincent didn't even have to think about what he was doing next. His hand pressed against Jessica's collarbone, and he pushed with his vampire strength. The girl was sent flying a few meters, landing on her back, the ground marked her shoulder blades with a myriad of tiny cuts, her head "hitting" the hedge wall, something that would have given her a concussion if it were solid. And then, as if this wasn't enough, she felt him grab her ankle and drag her away from the wall. The wall of air hit her like a tsunami when he landed on her, and then, for a moment, he smiled, not like a monster, but with some kindness. His fingers brushed against her cheek. "You are so beautiful." The man said, he opened his mouth, as if to kiss her, he leaned in, the tip of his tongue brushed her lips, his fingers trailed along her side. Like a lover, not an abuser. And then he laughed. Just like before, she didn't need to look him in the eyes to see desire for violence and cruelty. He tried to be kind. He hated it, despised it. He'd given her a last illusion that her life, maybe, possibly would not totally suck, and then shattered it. The next thing she felt was pain, like she had never experienced. When he aligned his cock, and without any preparation, any word, or sign pushed inside, balls deep, breaking through her hymen. "Whose property are you?" He asked her, and when she didn't answer, he thrust into her again. " Whose property are you bitch?" There was some kind of universal truth in the way his cock was buried in the young woman. In the way their hard nipples brushed against each other. In the way their tongues licked and wrestled in something unholy, that could no longer be considered a kiss. "Fuck." He wasn't sure if he said it, screamed it, or growled. Samuel didn't give a damn as he pounded the girl, as he felt the second in the row climax approach. Not something he expected to happen, given the stressful situation, the fight, the ritual. Who the fuck was he trying to fool? He could fuck her for the rest of the evening. Maybe he just would. After they seal the deal. Her nails shredded his back, sealing their unholy contract. Spurring him to fuck her harder, stronger, faster. Whatever restraints they had no longer applied. "I'm … to … your fucking cunt." The words were eaten by their kiss, the need to grasp for air, and he started to explode in her again. He roared, and he heard Leona, their bodies slammed against each other, and he could feel each vibration in her lungs and cords, the air that mixed in their "kiss". He could have sworn that he heard some other screams, of pain. His mind did not care. He was about to explode. His grip tightened on her "pigtails", the head pressed harder against her walls, hitting her spots. And then he started to explode, without dropping the pace, moving with the same ferociousness, just louder. This time, he didn't leave her. He kept the pace until he couldn't any more, and collapsed. "Jesus ass eating Christ. What the actual fuck." The man spoke into her neck. He found his lips wrap around her earlobe, and then he giggled.

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