799 Feeling For You, Part 5 (R-18)
I am in love with every single second of this.
Every single second together with her here, with her now. And I meant that from the heart. Breaking through upon layers and layers of the lechery of the night.
For one moment, the dense smog of lust hovering over me had evaporated… something else took over in its stead, something rawer, something stronger… and right then, feeling my heart beat profoundly, all I wanted to do – all night, for the rest of my life – was kiss her.
What a complete waste of words it was to even attempt to explain what I decided to do next. I didn’t need to describe how soft and luring her lips felt, the way she’d actively buckle and sway atop of me, or anything else for that matter.
Because that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that I could feel her feeling me, hear her, see her… for a little while, for a little time… for the first time.
A row of fireworks whistled into the skies once more, and in the colorful cluster of explosions, I gazed into her eyes – and it was as if life itself was sparkling and shimmering within her misty gaze.
“You keep kissing me…” She muttered breathless, her lips faintly curling at the edges as she briefly pulled apart to speak. “This is not what I mean when I said I wanted to feel you…”
“Don’t like it?” I asked.
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“I do like kissing you…” She reassured with both words and another wet, tender peck. “But I think I might like it even more with you inside me…”
“You really want this, huh?”
“I know you do…” She blinked up at me, a cheeky look in her gaze as she teasingly stroked herself against my stiffening erection. “I can feel you…”
The dark cloud of ardor was looming over me again, and I could only oblige, gently tipping her down again with her back pressed onto the powered snow and hard stone.
Dim and yet also bright, the skies lingered alight. Through sultry hues, I was able to see everything… the wobble of her breasts laid flat, her hair spilling in long silver seams across the dirt and rubble, the glint of her ribbon obscured in a skewed mesh of tangled strands. I’m probably gonna have to fix that again later, but right now…
Right now, I peeled up the hems of her skirt, slowly drifting her legs further apart – my fingers sinking into her thighs, and in a spur of aching limbs and friction, I towered myself over her, drowning her bare body, the feverish gaze in her eyes in the shade of my own shadow.
Adalia placed her hands onto my shoulders again, gripping, anticipating – twitching as I brushed her soaking vagina with my dick.
“Just… Just warning you now, because I know I won’t be able to after,” I said, struggling to hold myself back from creeping another inch. “But I might end up being a little rough with you.”
“Still worrying over me…” She whispered affectionately. “Even when your face looks so greedy, you still cannot help yourself. Always so kind to me…”
“There’s no point to any of this if it ends up hurting you,” I heaved, breathing in the thick wafting aroma of each other’s lechery. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop immediately.”
“And do you think I would ever tell you that…?” no longer in twitches, no longer in faint glimpses, the curve of her lips forming again as she spoke. “Do you really think I would ever want you to stop…?”
I gulped, swallowing nothing but the cold, and the lovely smile on her face showing so brazen… so breathtaking…
“You said you’d show me how you will love me, didn’t you?” Her smile parted, protruding her fangs as she leaned once more to kiss me full on my lips. “So show me…”
Her words, her desire, billowing cold on my lips… her swirling, mounting hunger inches away before my very eyes.
“Hurry up and fuck me…”
And then everything, every emotion, every sensation welling up inside me instantly improved in a spur of strength, movement – and suddenly, I felt her entrance split open as I shot my throbbing penis deep into her.
Immediately a coldness, a wetness, a gripping tightness surging through my dick, and Adalia loudly snarled – a shrill stinging sound rippling across the quiet, her fangs bared in a strained grit and her eyes clenched shut.
I heard her reaction, saw it – her body rising, arching – but I couldn’t stop myself from pulling back and thrusting into her again, then again… then even more… harder… faster… I let her devour me, squeeze me in swelling pleasure over and over again.
Inside of her felt much like the rest of her. Numbing and exhilarating all the same. And I just kept wanting more of it.
“Adalia… Adalia…!”
I was spouting her name again. My low groans intermixed with her more frantic, tumultuous growls. She was more than I ever expected or even could imagine. This gushing sensation, so soft, slimy, and so, so loud – wet splatters echoing across the air as I kept slamming my hips roughly against hers.
Adalia tossed her head back and forth, loose strands of silver whipping across her strained expression, but it didn’t last. After a while, I felt her rigid muscles begin to lax, and I felt her hips begin to fall in sync with my fervent rhythm. Her voice, a fluctuating quiver amidst her growls.
“Y-You can be rougher…” She suggested, then with a silent gasp, demanded. “Please be rougher…!”
I spread her legs wider, dragged her closer, and gladly did as I was told, fondling her breasts in large swirling motions, vigorously following their buoyant swaying – her body bouncing more and more, and reciprocating in turn…
“Ah!”
A shooting pain coursed through both my shoulders. Searing, deepening, as I felt her claws effortlessly pierce through the fabric and hook into my flesh. She didn’t notice. She would have stopped all of this at once if she had noticed.
I won’t let her notice.
In a chaotic blend of pleasure and pain, I hunched over, spreading my arms and enveloping her in an embrace, as I kept pounding her, fucking her… her snarls more hoarse… overwhelming us both with waves of even greater pleasure.
Adalia quickly readjusted her hold, desperately wrapping her arms onto my back, plunging her jagged grip – all ten fingers I felt then stabbing, yanking – searing lines of agony rippling across my skin. I didn’t care for it, I kept thrusting – too immersed in each other’s carnal desires to even care for any of the risks.
I wasn’t going to fuck this up.
Besides, I’ve gone through worse before. This was nothing but a scratch.
For a long, long while, we just kept giving into one another, feeling, loving, in a chaotic mess of flailing limbs, spilling drool, grunts and moans blending as single passionate echoes.
But with a pleasure this good, this addictive, I can only hold out for so long until I am eventually bested by it. Sure enough, in the middle of slower, more impactful thrusts, I felt a mounting pressure culminating, pulsating… and she felt it too.
Adalia stared straight at me, a ravenous reverb behind her deep, panting breaths.
“Remember…” She whispered, and I immediately felt her legs shifting from below, slowly folding over my own. “Do not stop…”
I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have the chance, the time – I rammed my dick for the final time as deep as I could inside her and for a split-second – I peaked, I gasped – feeling my cum rapidly flooding into her tightening, consuming walls.
Adalia squirmed again, her face contorting to the sudden surge of ecstasy. Her body flexing upward as I pushed in, then slowly sinking as I eventually pulled out.
Just like before – I felt drained of everything I could possibly muster and I limply collapsed onto her, feeling my blurring sightline disappearing between the soft mounds of her chest.
I couldn’t move, every part of me was stuck frozen in a state of bliss. Before, everything felt so fast, the world whirling past me so sporadic… but now everything seemed to be ebbing back to a state of calm, a state of peace.
Everything… except for her.
“Not yet…” came a hoarse, hungry whisper from close above me. “I am not finished loving you yet…”
I lifted my head, rousing the remaining sliver of strength I had left clambering off of her and plopping myself backward. Adalia immediately sprang herself upright, and it happened again, I saw it again – that quick, fleeting look of greed rippling across her face.
A flash of fangs, a blur of movement, and much like before, I felt another stabbing pain burrowing deep into my neck… giving instead taking… flowing instead of receding…
Adalia retracted her fangs, and despite my fatigue, the exhaustion shooting through my limbs, I was hard and stiff again… throbbing for more of that quenching pleasure.
Bewildered, I felt my neck, rubbing the area where had pierced me with her fangs and felt my pulse pounding vigorously beneath the skin, rippling across the tip of my fingers.
What was…?
“We vampires are quite the lasting species…” Adalia said, a voracious smirk painted on her lips, slowly tipping me down and clambering onto me from above. “Females, especially, we do not sate as easily as humans do…”
“You’re not… satisfied?”
“No…” She straddeled against my erection, gliding her hands in yearning across my chest. “Not yet…”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Normally, that would have been it for her. All that movement, franticness – a heavier toll on her body than she was used to usually bearing. Had this been a couple of hours ago, she would have been in desperate need of a bench.
You’re telling me she’s not even the slightest bit tired?
“Sadly, I cannot give you back your energy…” She went on, her lips parted in a ravenous sigh and greedily licking the front of her fangs with her tongue. “But fortunately, I can keep stimulating you instead…”
“So that’s what you’ve been doing,” I said, hearing confirmation of what I’ve already suspected. “Each time you bit me…”
“I want to experience even more of your love…” Adalia interjected, quickly silencing me with a clumsy guzzling kiss before breaking apart, a strand of drool connecting her grinning lips with my own. “So please, won’t you keep giving your love to me…?”
Her words should rightfully feel as daunting as they sounded. But how could it? When it’s her, when it’s Adalia herself that was asking, that was wanting… so eagerly, so sincerely… words and expressions no longer ringing, showing hollow…
Who on earth would say no?
Slowly, I began to place my hand around her hips.
“Remember,” I reminded her, returning her hungry smile. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”
And in turn, she giggled back.
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