798 Feeling For You, Part 4 (R-18)
How did it even ever get this far?
It seemed so long ago now when we were just there eating crepes and scones to our heart’s content…
She’d stare away into space, and I’d be a rickety table’s edge across with a smile and just staring at her staring away – the real just desserts for me – just being able to admire and fall for all over again the every detail, both big and small, of this adorable little recluse with a sweet tooth.
I remembered how her hair billowed and blended with the falling snow, that fuzzy red santa hat sagging just right above her brows… and I remember thinking as well that she couldn’t have been any closer to happiness than she did right then…
If only I had snapped a picture of her… a half-munched crepe in her hand, a splotch of whipped cream on one corner of her lips, an almost genuine sereness rousing in the calming swirl of her murky gray eyes.
Above most everything else, it was a look, a moment, I never want to forget.
And then far away, far, extremely far away from that picturesque scene of wholesomeness, sitting a rickety table away on the opposite end…
“You are very hard now…”
…There was this.
.....
Red was in the air. One after the other they soared high, glowing and flickering in the skies almost as if in warning… or wanting… illuminating the room, consuming the darkness, and drenching a deep crimson the scene before my eyes.
A scene, a moment, that I absolutely will never forget.
Adalia knelt down below my waist and pinned me firmly against the wall, the edges of her claws pulling threads gliding across my jeans, touching, stroking and rousing the rising bulge beneath that was only swelling bigger and bigger.
Sat upright, Adalia was even more of a stunning view. The slight arch of her body leaning, almost magnetized toward me, the groove of her back or what little I could see of it anyway – a straight seduction line that led right to the hypnotic sway of her narrow shoulders… and from there it was only a small flick of the gaze away for a view of her round, perky breasts jiggling freely and mesmerizingly with every move she made.
“Men like to be touched here…” Adalia muttered out in a parched growl. She rested her hand over my crotch, and I felt myself throbbing beneath her cold caressing. “So I know you would like to be touched here too…”
She lifted another hand, a single finger, seamlessly latching one of the belt hooks of my pants. I breathed, and with a tug, I felt them begin to loosen.
“Y-You don’t have to…” I whispered with barely enough breath to even muster a sentence.
“No, I want to…” Adalia insisted, a greater thirst in her voice, and then with an even firmer tug, my pants quickly fell loose, coiling over my nearly buckling knees. “You made me want to…’
Then still in a rush, a feral fervor, she pulled down my boxers and my dick immediately sprang out of its last restraint, nearly brushing her on the tip of her nose.
At once, I felt a gust of numbing cold pass between my legs… and at first I thought it was just the wind, until another firework engulfed the dark in a dazzling white, and I saw Adalia huddled even closer, the top of her lips grazing as she took in a breath, a whiff.
“Your scent, your blood…” She exhaled heavily, slowly yet eagerly wrapping her hand around my erection. “Lots of it…”
I winced, her touch, her hold, a freezing ecstasy I’d never experienced.
“Hot…” She whispered as if in a daze, a trance. “Amanda never mentioned it would be hot…”
But she wasn’t dissuaded by it, instead, I felt her grip only tighten even more.
“I like this feeling…”
“Amanda told you about this stuff? Since when?” I managed to ask, pushing through a surge of pleasure as she began to move with her hand. “And how?”
“Drawings…” her breath blew icy and quiveringly on my dick, stroking even faster now, both hands, her body, her beauty bouncing along. “Amanda has many nice drawings…”
I was actually curious about those aforementioned drawings, but it was a curiosity that ended up drowning six meters deep in an ever-rising tide of good feelings, good sensations, her soft hands, they felt… they felt way too good… to think, to ask… to do anything but want.
Even the blurring glimpse of her claws glinting in the brief flashes of light that would bathe her bare, pale figure in color was not a concern to me in the slightest. She couldn’t hurt me. She wouldn’t allow herself to.
The violent gray, the murky storm within her pupils only swirled with a single intent, focus – bringing me pleasure – and she was absolutely determined to see it all the way through… and the stifled groans that would escape me served as her affirmation to keep going, keep stroking, and I’d grow louder and louder… an endless cycle of bliss that I just couldn’t get enough of.
“You are making very amusing faces…” She remarked, a hint of a giggle leaving with her breath. “I like them…”
Then, in a momentum, a pleasure dwindling, she stopped jerking me off. A little dazed I watched her slip a hand away, resting it up against my thigh. She shifted again, and in a buzz of icy shock, I felt her lips graze the tip of my penis.
For a brief, fleeting moment, our gazes met each other. The lust, the hunger I was feeling only matched and surpassed by her within the surging veins surrounding her eyes, the quiver of her half-parted lips, the drool hanging over the tip of her fangs… and with a shared look of that same lust and hunger, we both knew what was about to happen next.
“Do not move too much…” She warned me. “I do not wish to pierce you…”
The next second, Adalia thrust herself forward, a muffled moan leaving her gaping lips as she effortlessly swallowed me whole.
I… I blanked out. All I felt was a clamping dampness, a numbing cold and a wave of indescribable pleasure imploding inside of me and… and then it was all I could take.
“Oh… fuck…!”
When I recovered from the initial shockwave, I roused back to life to a barrage of euphoria that would not let up. I glanced back down and was hit with an even stronger dosage of throbbing rapture at the sight – Adalia bobbing her head rhythmically… vigorously swaying the curves of her body… sucking on my dick so greedily like it was the most delicious thing she’s ever had… it was just… I couldn’t…
W-What do I say? What do I feel?
“Adalia… aah, A-Adalia…”
Over and over all I could do was groan her name. And she in turn remained unrelenting with her efforts. I felt myself being pressed further back against the wall, my knees buckling even more, threatening to just collapse – if not for her keeping me upright, her hands pushing hard against my hips as she continued to twist and bob, inching deeper, tighter with every thrust.
“D-Don’t stop,” I pleaded, speaking mindlessly, despite knowing she wouldn’t. “Adalia, oh, k-keep going like that.”
The way that she was blowing me… with absolutely no buildup, no gradual escalation whatsoever… despite her surprising finesse, betrayed her as still being quite the complete novice… which just made the whole thing even more endearing and pleasurable for me.
All of this was just passion, just affection. The slurp and smack of her lips, all her smothered moaning as she struggled for breath, the drool spilling all the way down to her pale breasts. Inside her mouth, I could feel her tongue swiveling away the tip, her fangs rubbing against the sides. And all the while she was just staring at me…
Yeah, with every ray of color that shone through the glass panels, her eyes remained fixated on mine, gazing up at me so wide and expectantly… as if relishing the sight of me as much as I did her.
I didn’t know what kind of face I was making… but she seemed to like it… really like it… her lips clamping down even tighter, her cheeks puckered in, and with deeper thrusts… I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat.
She winced; I heard her snarling in pain – but she didn’t care – she kept going, and eventually, I felt the throbbing of my penis building up even more inside her, swelling, pulsating… she kept sucking… I wanted to tell her to let go… I tried to tell her…
“Adalia…!”
But instead I kept quiet. In a whirlwind of depravity and greed, I felt my hands firmly grip the sides of her head, and with a final thrust, a push of my pelvis, all of the swelling, mounting, in a torrent of pleasure… I let it all out deep down her throat.
Adalia went stiff as more came gushing through, but she didn’t pull away – I felt her throat contract, swallow – and once the last of my cum had left me, I let my hands fall away, my legs fall… a numbing daze of fatigue and tingling pleasure overcame me… and I barely even felt myself slump against the hard floor.
I was gasping – desperate for air yet I wasn’t. Exhausted, on the brink of collapsing – yet my body brimming with adrenaline, exhilaration. I was a mess of thoughts and words… I didn’t even know what to think first.
“Adalia…” I said, my body already yearning for her without thinking, struggling to focus my gaze forward. I needed to apologize, I needed to check if… if… “You… are you..?”
But before I could even finish rebuilding the tracks to my train of thought, that, all of a sudden, I felt my entire body submerged once more in the gentle cold of her embrace.
Outside, another streak of light, and for a moment, it felt like the sun had cleansed away the darkness, my stupor… and I wasn’t talking about some dim, feeble explosion either.
She felt like the sun to me.
Sitting atop of my lap, her hands clinging onto my shoulders, and her beautiful face illuminated in the most radiant silver hue. Like moonlight personified. She blinked, her gaze still swirling with that feverish hunger.
“I enjoyed that…” She whispered, lightly smacking her lips with satisfaction. “Did you…?”
“I…”
“You let it out inside my mouth…” She went on without heeding my response. “Amanda said you might do that…”
Okay, just what has this woman been teaching this vampire – seriously? More importantly though, what was this… aura? This tension around her, this… strength… I guess…
“I didn’t mean to,” I said. “You just felt too good.”
“You tasted very bitter…” She remarked. “Like chocolate…” her lips twitched into a smile. “I like chocolate…”
It was now my turn to blink and cock my head.
“You’re acting… a little different.”
“Yes…” She nodded, affectionately laying her head against my chest with a nuzzle. “I feel different too…”
“Different how?”
“I do not know…” She mused for a second longer. “Happier, I think…? I think I am happy…”
“Happy?”
“And impatient…”
“Impatient?”
I felt like a parrot. A very bewildered, very startled parrot.
“You have kept me waiting…” Adalia accused me, a slightly scathing reverb to her words. “I keep asking, and asking, but you have not done it yet…”
“You mean…?”
But she cut me off again. I could feel the tides changing with every second, all control, all authority, everything, falling over completely to her.
“But I am done waiting for you now…”
Adalia stopped nuzzling my chest, and I saw her lift her head, a flash of fangs – and before I could react, a stabbing pain shot through my neck. Yet instead of feasting, instead of the sensation of ebbing away, it felt like I was being injected with a dose of energy.
A second later, Adalia retracted her fangs… and deep within the hems of her skirt, rubbing against her thighs, grinding against her moistened folds – I was rock hard beneath her once again.
Then there it was, in a flash of scarlet red, an expression of true greed manifesting upon her face.
“I want to know how it feels now…” She said, demanded, slowly coiling her arms around me like a python’s hold. “I want to know how you feel now…”
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