“They are all out hun...looking for food and perhaps someone for sex.” He said and I snorted again.
He had tried to correct himself but I knew exactly what he’d been about to say. The others were out hunting for bodies to feed from and fuck. Just so long as they weren’t due home anytime soon. I had plans for Fabian and it wasn’t all about the sex, it was about driving one vampire slowly out of his mind.
“So now that you have me, what do you intend doing with me?” I asked huskily, watching his eyes flare with excitement.
“Come with me.” He took my hand and led me further into his vast home, finally stopping at a door at the end of yet another corridor. He swung it wide open and stepped back indicating that I should go in.
When I stepped inside I gaped. The room was huge, seriously bloody huge. Did this man do nothing small? A bed that looked twice as big as a king sized bed dominated the room. It was a big four post bed with heavy, ornate looking posts. A network of chains with shackles hung from the ceiling at each corner of the bed and I tried not to think too much about what Fabian used them for. The lighting in the room was dim but not so dim that I didn’t notice the mirrors on the ceiling above the bed.
I smirked. Seriously, he had mirrors? “You have mirrors on the ceiling Fabian, really? What century are you from?”
Surprisingly he looked quite indignant at my smirk over the mirrors. “Have you ever fucked with mirrors in the room Sirene, or over your head? Have you ever watched yourself during sex, watched the act of sex with the man or woman? It can be very arousing and increases the excitement, the anticipation, it is very sexy. To put it more plainly, it...is…hot! Do not make fun of it if you have not tried it.”
Well, I’d just been told. “Very well, I wave the white flag at you. I have not had sex with mirrors present so now that you have piqued my curiosity, I am filled with anticipation.” I gave him a bright smile. “So, are we going to stand here all night talking or are you going to give me something to look at in all those mirrors?”
Fabian stared at me for a moment, his strange pale eyes moving over my face. He said nothing, just watched me closely until suddenly with a growl, he lunged, taking me by surprise, as he hauled me into his arms.
His lips slammed down on mine, roughly forcing them apart and I felt his tongue in my mouth, seeking out mine and tangling with it. It was so erotic, so instantly arousing, that desire surged through me and I could do little more than cling to him as I became caught up in the intensity of his growing passion.
His hands roamed over me, restlessly caressing me. His palms cupping my ass, holding me firmly against him as his hips rocked into me, grinding his erection against me.
I groaned, lifting one leg to wrap it around his thigh, desperately trying to angle myself so I could press my aching pussy up against him. I was too short and he was too tall to reach my goal so I settled for rubbing myself against the denim of his jeans, moaning when my aching clit swelled from the delicious friction of his jeans on my sensitive flesh.
With a guttural sounding growl, Fabian pulled me away from him and lifted me, throwing me like I weighed nothing, onto the bed, where I bounced a couple of times, squealing with surprise. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirrors, eyes wide and bright with my desire; my limbs sprawled out. I looked wild, wanton and every bit as horny as I felt.
I shifted my gaze from the mirrors and lay there watching Fabian as he advanced on me. His eyes were locked on mine and once he was at the side of the bed staring down at me, he unbuttoned his shirt, impatiently shrugging it off his shoulders, to let it carelessly fall to the floor.
His hands dropped to his belt where he unbuckled it, then carefully eased his zip down, and my eyes widened when I realised he was naked under his jeans. For some reason that was sexy as hell to me, and I felt another flood of moisture between my legs, as I watched him hook the waistband of the denim and carefully slide them over his hips. A tiny whimper escaped my lips when his cock sprang free, slapping him in the stomach, and I finally got my first real look at him.
I stared, my mouth dropping open, a strangled sounding gasp the best I could manage. Oh my fucking God, he was huge, really, really big but not just big, he was pierced too. A bloody great hunk of steel ran through the head of his cock looking like a damned barbell. Fuck I’d heard stories about women who had been with men with pierced cocks and the sex was supposed to be unbelievable.
I could see from the way it ran from the top to the underside of the head of his cock, that it would hit all the right places once that thing was inside me. Still, looking at how big he was, the length and width of it, I felt a moment’s uneasiness that I wouldn’t be able to accommodate him. That before me was a hell of a lot of cock.
“You’re pierced.” I whispered and Fabian grinned.
“That is a brilliant observation, my beautiful Sirene.” He curled a hand around his considerable length and slid it up from root to tip, flicking his thumb over the piercing. “The ladies seem to like it. Let’s see if you will too.”
I gulped noisily as he climbed onto the bed and that huge damned thing came towards me, the length of steel almost mocking me. Holy hell! I hope he intended warming me up a bit first, before he tried to fuck me, or he was likely to split me in two.
“No foreplay?” I asked huskily as I gazed up into those pale eyes of his.
He chuckled quietly. “What do you take me for my beauty, an animal? I wish for you to enjoy this and I’m aware that I am bigger than some men. If I do not take the time to prepare you, I will have no chance of entering your delectable body and trust me, I want to be inside you, to feel your warmth, how wet you are. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, until your body is completely exhausted, and then I will fuck you again.”
I gaped at him. Holy fuck for a self-centred bastard he sure knew how to charm a girl when he wanted to. Just the sound of his voice, flowing over me, was such a turn on, I’m sure I was leaving a damp patch on the bed. If he could do that with his voice and his words, well fuck, I had no chance when he turned his attention on arousing me.
A part of me almost felt guilty for what I intended doing to him. For a brief moment I contemplated lifting my spell, until a small part of my poor confused brain, reminded me that I was here to mind fuck and torment Fabian. I was here to give him a night he would remember for all the wrong reasons.
Ultimately I’d let him come, but he was going to have to work for it yet and he’d have to work damned hard too. Once he was nearly insane with the need to come then I might lift the spell and allow him his release, maybe. It would depend largely on how many orgasms he gave me.
He crawled over me and unbuttoned the waist of my jeans, lowering the zip, before slowly tugging them down over my hips and legs until they were bunched up at my ankles.
One by one he removed my shoes and then pulled my jeans off my feet, throwing them onto the floor.
“Sit up.” He ordered and I did, sucking in a deep breath when he pulled my shirt over my head. This close to him, with him naked was both breath taking and overwhelming. Fuck, he was disgustingly hot. No man had the right to be as hot as Fabian was.
He had just a light spattering of dark blonde hair over his chest which then narrowed to a strip over his stomach before flaring out again to surround that massive cock of his.
He was quite muscled. Not that really heavily muscled look which didn’t do it for me. He just looked like he’d spent a lot of time in the gym or he’d done some very physical work. He had the most beautifully defined abs and when my eyes followed the classic ‘V’ thing he had going on, I’m sure I almost drooled. He was beautiful, his body a work of art and damn, if I could make a sculpture of him, I’d do it.
He smelled so good too and I knew the smell was a vampire thing. Their scent was intoxicating and would attract people to them, like damned pheromones. I could understand that too, because when I took a deep breath, breathing his scent in, my senses went into overdrive.
I
raised my eyes to his and he was watching me, his eyes hot with his desire, his lips curved up in a hint of a smile and I knew the cocky bastard was aware of the effect he was having on me.
He popped the catch on my bra, ripping it off me and it too joined my jeans and shirt on the floor. Once he had me naked, he stopped for a moment, his eyes moving down the length of me, before he curled his hand around his cock again, squeezing it hard, his head rolling back, eyes closed, as if fighting for control.
I couldn’t help smirking secretly to myself as I watched him, and then our images in the mirrors above us. He had no idea yet, that he wasn’t going to be able to come, so there was no need for him to crush the crap out of his cock, to try and hold himself back from coming anyway.
Finally he moved, lowering his head, nibbling his way along my bottom lip until I opened to him, where he immediately deepened the kiss.
He caressed the inside of my mouth with his tongue and by the time he pulled back to study my expression again, I was panting. Fuck, he hadn’t even touched me yet and I was little more than a puddle of aching need, spread out on his bed.
When he lowered his head again, his lips closed around one of my nipples where he sucked hard on it, drawing it into his mouth. It was a strange sensation; still pleasurable, and my nipple hardened in response, but I wasn’t used to the lack of heat from his mouth. It was cool, not cold, but cool, which of course was due to the whole him being dead thing.
Once he had one nipple hard and puckered, the skin wet from his mouth, he moved to the other one and gave it the same attention. As he worked on it, his hand shifted to the breast he’d just left, and I gasped, when his finger and thumb plucked at it, pinching it. It was a heady combination of both pleasure and pain.
I couldn’t believe how aroused I was and how quickly he’d done it as he continued to suck at me until my back arched, pressing my nipple more firmly into his mouth. He shifted partially to one side of me and while his tongue continued to lavish attention on my nipple, he moved a hand down my body, nudging my legs apart.
When his fingers skated over my clit, I gasped at the shock of sensation over the swollen little button. He shifted lower and suddenly plunged a couple of fingers into me, curling them slightly as he pulled them back out before returning to my clit. Over and over he repeated the movement of his fingers from my clit to filling my pussy, teasing me, building me up, tormenting me with his skilful touch.
I began to writhe around under the pleasurable assault of his hand and mouth, feeling my orgasm building quickly. It was too much; I couldn’t handle this overload to my senses. With Fabian’s mouth on my breast and his thumb rubbing over my clit, I began to pant, my hips bucking off the bed, but when he suddenly drove his fingers back inside me, I cried out, my body bowing. As my orgasm washed over me, my muscles clenching around his fingers, gripping him, my eyes shot open and I saw myself in the mirrors. My nipples were erect, the blush from my orgasm spreading across my chest and Fabian stretched out by my side, his hand still buried between my legs, was watching me. Fuck he was right; it was hot, incredible hot to see my reaction in the feverish glitter of my eyes and the burning heat in his too.
I lowered my eyes, turning my head to see Fabian with a self-satisfied, smug expression on his face, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He could feel cocky and self-assured now, but let’s see how he felt when he was nearly bursting with the need to come but physically unable to. I had no idea how he would react but I guess I was about to find out.
Chapter Six
Fabian
Fabian shifted, parting her thighs until he could roll onto her, settling between them. His cock probed at Sirene’s soaked pussy and he used his piercing to rub against her, coating the head of his dick with the moisture that still trickled from her hot little cunt.
Fuck he wanted her. Seeing her come apart the way she did was a huge turn on for him. He desperately wanted to fuck her, simply ram his cock into her, but he couldn’t, not yet. She was tight, really tight and he needed to make her come again to soften her body, relax her, make her open to him so he wouldn’t hurt her.
He knew he could just have his way with her, as he’d done in the past with more women than he could count. After all, he’d simply have to feed her his blood, to repair any damage he did but something about her held him back. For the first time in a very long time, Fabian wanted her to want him, to enjoy fucking with him, in fact he wanted her to desire no other man after him. He wanted to be the man that ruined her for all others.
Turning to glance at her face and seeing her with her eyes on them in the mirrors, he smiled to himself. For someone who was so anti mirrors on the ceiling, she seemed to be enjoying the view through them now.
He slid down her body and quietly asked her to part her legs wide, which she did. His eyes shifted to the sweetness between her thighs. She was so beautiful, smooth and waxed bare like a little girl, except Sirene was no little girl, and with no pubic hair to impede his vision, he simply took a moment to absorb every inch of her as she lay there, fully exposed and totally aroused to his gaze. He lowered his head until his nose was close to her, breathing in deeply, his senses flooded by the sweet scent of her and he knew if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to go crazy.
Fabian pressed his nose against her clit, circling it, feeling her dampen him with her moisture before he licked up her seam, from her puckered hole to her clit and back again. He shifted his hands to hold her open to him, while he stabbed his tongue into her before licking his way over her clit again, feeling her start to tremble. He could hear her breathing getting more ragged and loud in the room as he continued to lick her from her clit to her cunt. He didn’t let up on her, working her higher and higher until finally she tensed, her breathing catching briefly before she cried out and the rush of her release flooded his mouth.
As she started to come down from her climax, Fabian shifted up her body and with one hand curled around his painfully swollen cock, he lined the head up at her weeping cunt and slowly began to ease his way into her. He moved carefully, slowly since she was so fucking tight, entering her millimetre by millimetre, giving her a chance to adjust to his invasion when every urgent demand of his body told him to plunge into her.
He could hear Sirene gasping as he slowly worked his way deeper inside her. “Are you ok my beauty?” He asked, his voice strained from the effort it was taking him to continue at the agonising pace.
“Yes, god yes Fabian, please, harder.” She gasped and with a loud groan he tilted his hips, thrusting hard, burying himself the rest of the way inside her.
She cried out and he stilled, giving her body a chance to adjust to him, but when she angled herself, pressing her hips to his, he began to move, slowly easing his way almost all the way out of her, before driving forward, filling her again. Fuck she was so tight, her cunt like a vice around him, squeezing him with her wet heat.
He knew he was a good lover, hell, a great lover when he cared enough to make the effort. He didn’t bother if he went trolling for a one night fuck and feed body; it had to be someone who piqued his interest, though few women did any more. Sirene was different, he wanted to make her come over and over again. He wanted to be that one fuck she never forgot but the pressure was building in his balls and he knew he was going to come and soon.
He continued to thrust, hearing Sirene’s throaty moans begin and he could feel her tightening around him and it drove a husky moan from him too. When she started to come for the third time, his fangs lowered, and he bit down into her vein, feeling the burst of her warm sweet blood fill his mouth. Fuck her blood was so sweet, like nothing he’d ever had before. She screamed suddenly and he felt her clamp around his cock again, her muscles squeezing along him in waves, milking him. He teetered on the edge of his release, feeling the pressure build to almost an intolerable level but then…nothing. Despite feeling like he was about to explode, it was like someone had clamped off his cock and he couldn’t come.
The feel
of Sirene squeezing him when he was so close to coming, yet unable to, was almost unbearable. Fuck it hurt. His cock was so sensitive; it was physically painful to stay inside her. He had to get out of her and now. Gingerly he pulled out, groaning at the pain, before rolling off her and onto his back, his teeth bared against the discomfort in his balls and cock. Fuck this had never happened to him before and when he glanced up at his image in the mirrors he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His balls looked swollen, the skin taught and they were red and angry looking, but not as much as his cock which was the biggest he’d ever seen it. The head red, shiny every bit as painful as it looked.
“What’s wrong Fabian? Why didn’t you come? Don’t I turn you on?” Her voice trembled and he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes so he didn’t have to look at her or the state of his cock and balls.
“I want you more than any woman I’ve ever seen my beauty. This is my problem, not yours. Something seems to be holding me back, but if you’re ready to come again, I wish to fuck you and finally come myself.” He raised his arm to meet her eyes. “Come sit on me and fuck me. You can take control so I don’t hurt you. Since I have not come yet, I’ve swelled even bigger so I would prefer that you set the pace so I don’t risk hurting you.”
He watched Sirene sit up and crawl over to him. She straddled him reaching down with one hand to curl it around him so she could guide him inside her. He flinched at her touch, his cock extremely sensitive and he pressed his head back into the pillows when she took him the rest of the way into herself. He was so deep he felt the head of his dick slam up against her womb. Fuck it was so intense.
Slowly she started to raise and lower herself and as her excitement grew, he watched her, his hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples until finally several minutes later, she came around him again. He cried out at the feel of her, the waves of her internal muscles gripping him firmly along his length. Fuck he needed to come and he started thrusting up as she lowered herself, increasing the pace until his hips were like pistons, driving his cock into her; eyes closed, his teeth bared until he cried out, the sound ragged and tortured as again he failed to come and the pain increased until he was in agony. What the fuck was wrong with him?
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