Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Moonlight**
Clara pulled him onto the bed and climbed over him, her blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain, her naked body pressing against his. Her breasts — full, pale, soft — pushed against his chest, and Lucian’s hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the cool skin.
"You’ve been teasing me since the restaurant," Clara whispered, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "Sitting across from me. Touching my leg under the table. You think I didn’t notice?"
"I wasn’t teasing."
"You were absolutely teasing." She leaned down and bit his earlobe. "Mmmm..."
Lucian rolled them over.
Clara gasped as her back hit the mattress, silver hair fanning out around her like a halo. Lucian hovered above her, his silver hair falling forward, his crimson eyes burning with hunger.
"You’re overdressed," he murmured.
"I’m not wearing anything."
"Exactly."
He kissed her.
His mouth claimed hers with a ferocity that made Clara moan into his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting the copper hint of blood that never fully went away. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him down, pulling him closer.
"Ahhhnnn..."
Lucian’s mouth left hers and trailed down — her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. He found her breast and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh god— ahahhhnnn... Lucian—*"
Clara’s back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his silver hair, pressing his face deeper into her chest. His tongue swirled around the hard peak while his hand found her other breast, thumb rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"Hahhh... don’t stop— "
He switched breasts, giving the other the same treatment, while his hand slid down her stomach, over the soft skin of her lower belly, down to the heat between her legs.
Clara spread her thighs for him.
She was wet. Glistening. Ready. Her pussy was pink and swollen with arousal, the faint scent of her arousal filling the room with a musk that made Lucian’s fangs extend involuntarily.
"Lucian,—"
He positioned himself at her entrance. The tip of his dick pressed against her opening, and Clara’s breath caught.
"Look at me," he said.
Her crimson eyes met his.
He pushed forward.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH—!"
Pain and pleasure exploded through Clara’s body simultaneously. Her nails carved lines down his back as he sunk deeper — inch by inch, stretching her, filling her in a way she’d never experienced. The first time always hurt, but the pleasure was already building underneath, overwhelming the pain, drowning it out.
"Hahhh... hahhh... you’re so—"
"Fuck— you’re so—*"
He bottomed out inside her and held still, letting her adjust. Clara’s walls clenched around him — tight, hot, squeezing — and Lucian groaned.
"Aaaahhh... Clara..."
"Move," she breathed. "Please."
Lucian pulled back and thrust forward.
"PAM!"
"AAAAAHHHHHN—!"
"PAM. PAM."
"Ahhhhnnn... harder—"
"PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM."
The bed creaked with each thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall — bam, bam, bam — and Clara’s moans grew louder with every stroke.
"Aaaahhhh... ahhhhh... Lucian... ahhhhnnn..."
Lucian grabbed her hips and increased his pace. His vampiric strength meant he could go harder, faster, longer than any human. The bed rocked. The wall cracked. Clara’s moans turned to screams.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH—"
"AHHHHH... I’m close—"
"Me too—"
"HARDER—"
"PAM! PAM! PAM! PAM! PAM! PAM!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH—!"
Clara’s entire body seized. Her back arched off the mattress, her walls clamped down on his dick like a vice, pulsing, milking him. Her scream cut off into a silent gasp, mouth open, eyes rolled back.
Lucian buried himself to the hilt and exploded.
"FUUUUCK— CLARA—"
Hot cum flooded her pussy in thick, powerful bursts. Rope after rope of his seed pumped into her, filling her completely, overflowing around his dick, dripping out of her stretched entrance and pooling on the sheets beneath them.
Clara was still trembling through her orgasm, her walls still clenching and releasing around him in rhythmic waves, pulling every last drop out.
"Hahhh... hahhh... hahhh..."
Lucian collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for air. His dick was still inside her, still twitching with aftershocks.
Clara’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his back.
"Round two?" she whispered.
Lucian laughed breathlessly against her neck.
"Give me a minute."
He didn’t get a minute.
Clara rolled him onto his back and straddled him, her blonde hair cascading down, her crimson eyes gleaming with hunger.
"I said now."
She sank down on his hardening dick with a wet schlick and started moving.
"Aaaahhhnnn..."
This time Clara set the pace. She rode him with a slow, grinding rhythm that drove them both insane — rising and falling, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her nails raking down his chest.
"Hahhh... Lucian... hahhh..."
"Fuck— Clara—"
"Squeeze tighter—"
"AAAHHHHHN—"
Lucian’s hands found her hips, gripping tight, helping her move faster. Clara threw her head back, her mouth open, her moans echoing off the walls.
"Pam... pam... pam... pam..."
"Ahhhh... ahhhh... I’m close again—"
"Me too—"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—!"
Clara came again, her body shuddering, her walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses. Lucian followed seconds later, groaning as he pumped a second load into her overflowing pussy.
Clara collapsed forward onto his chest, her body still trembling. Cum leaked from her entrance, mixing with her own wetness, soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Hahhh... hahhh..."
"Hahhh..."
Lucian’s chest rose and fell beneath her. His dick was still inside her, softening, twitching, surrounded by the warm mess of two loads of cum.
Clara lifted her head and looked at him with hazy eyes.
"One more," she whispered.
"You’re going to kill me."
"Death by pleasure. Not a bad way to go."
Clara laughed softly and started moving again.
This time was slower. Deeper. Lucian’s hands roamed her body — her breasts, her waist, her thighs — while she rode him with a lazy, grinding rhythm that built pleasure like a slow tide.
"Mmmmm... ahhhhnnn..."
"Hahhh... Clara..."
"Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop..."
He didn’t.
Clara’s third orgasm built gradually — a wave that started in her core and spread outward like fire, turning her skin pink, making her toes curl. She bounced faster, her moans grew louder, more desperate.
"Aahhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... I’m—"
"Together—"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—!"
"FUCK—"
"Aaaahhhhhnnnn—"
Lucian came a third time, pulsing into her, adding to the mess. Clara’s walls milked him dry, her own orgasm rippling through her body in long, shuddering waves.
"Hahhh... hahhh... hahhh..."
They lay together in the wreckage of the bed. The sheets beneath them were soaked through — a massive wet stain of cum and arousal that had spread beneath their tangled bodies. Clara was sprawled across his chest, her blonde hair a disheveled mess, her pale skin flushed pink from the exertion.
Lucian slowly pulled out.
His dick slipped free, and a thick stream of cum followed, dripping from Clara’s swollen, overfilled pussy, pooling on the ruined sheets.
"Mmmm..." Clara murmured, too exhausted to open her eyes. "That’s a lot."
"Sorry."
"Don’t be."
She nuzzled into his chest and fell asleep in thirty seconds.
Lucian stared at the ceiling, listening to her soft breathing, feeling the warmth of her body against his side.
The cum still leaked from her pussy in slow, white trickles, soaking further into the sheets beneath them.
He pulled a blanket over them both and closed his eyes.
