"Good. You've saved your daughter." Warwick lies. "If it's any consolation, it wouldn't have helped if you'd gotten to the back door. I'd have just sent those photos and videos I took to Stacy. And your class, and our bosses..." He chuckles. "Be calm, be calm." He says. "Head to the bedroom. I'll fix us something to drink. Might take the edge off - make it a little easier for you..." He says, heading into her kitchen.
Karen head snaps as she looks at him, a retort on her lips... But then her mouth snaps close. With a snarl and expression of resignation, she obeys his command. As he walks to the kitchen, he can hear her heels clicking as she walks up the stairs.
Smirking in entertainment, the vampire pours some wine he finds in the liquor cabinet into a glass. As he goes to grab it, however, he has a thought. Drinking her blood knocks her out with pleasure. I wonder if having her drink my blood does the same? Feeling curious, he raises his arm, marvelling at how little pain he feels as he bites his wrist, the blood pouring into the glass, mixing with the wine, before he licks the wound closed. He heads to the bedroom, putting the glass down beforehand so it doesn't get shattered in case she's laid an ambush. If she hasn't, he enters, handing her the spiked wine and telling her to drink.
(Now, that is jumping forward... A little greedy to have her as a ghoul already ? ) As he entered the bedroom on the first floor, he found Karen looking outside the window, turned back to the door, her arms crossed under her chest as she was hugging herself. When he gave her the drink, Karen looked at it suspiciously. She sipped a little, before putting the glass down.
(Greedy? I'm a vampire now - I'm always greedy . Seriously though, I submit to your greater judgment. Up to you whether you allow it.) Warwick feels a little disappointed at her lack of reaction, but keeps his face still so she doesn't get suspicious about what could be in the drink. "Now, now... No need to give me attitude." He approaches, hands undoing his belt. "We both know you'll enjoy this even more than I do..."
(Eh, you described it in a believable way, but that your vampire would want to experiment on her (mortal he wants to keep) with possibility of hurting her (as he doesn't know what the effect would be) is stretching it. Still, I will allow it.) Karen takes a step back, her eyes darting down... And was it a small blush on her cheeks? She did not protest but also did not show being overly eager.
(I'd say for now he doesn't know it had any effect, so he's not really going to be ghouling anyone yet until the concept is explained to him.) "Come here..." He says, wrapping his arms around her. His lips meet hers, tongue pressing into her mouth and dancing against her own.
(Agreed.) The blond was a little more submissive, as she listened him, eve if she was resisting a little. "Yhm~" She moaned out as their mouths meet, her breasts pressing his chest, as it seemed that at some moment she drowned in the kiss, as the two tongues danced around each other.
Warwick presses her back, his hands slipping around her, squeezing her ass cheeks through her skirt as he rubs his hips against her, letting her feel the immensity of his hard on.
"Yhm~" The blond moaned, her body becoming warmer. He could feel hear heart beating faster, he could smell her warm blood. They continued kissing for some time, before Karen slowly fell on her knees and started stroking his dick. Moments later he felt her warm lips wrapped around his shaft.
"Oh, starting to understand your place now, I see?" Warwick chuckles, looking down at the blonde, feeling her lips against the veins of his manhood, her tongue circling around his tip, so warm and wet. "That's right, worship it..." He breathes.
"Yhm~" Karen moaned lightly, as she continued moving her lips around the shaft, she stopped and gave it a few licks, took in the air, then wrapped her lips around the shaft again and started bobbing her head as she gave him a blowjob. Her red lipstick left smudges over his shaft, as she gave small gags, when she moved her head back and forth.
Warwick begins to buck his hips, his cock slowly pressing further and further down her gullet. The old man reaches down, finding her breasts, kneading and squeezing as she sucks him.
As he reaches down, he squeezes the round flesh, his fingers sinking into it. That makes the busty woman moan, as she shudders. As he slowly presses his dick further - she puts her hand on his chest, pushing him away lightly. Gradually as she works, the sound coming from her mouth become... wetter... dirtier...
Warwick feels the urge to punish her for pushing him away, but holds off, wanting to see what she does if he lets her set the pace a little.
Karen, continued bobbing her head, at slow, steady pace, slowly building up Warwick's excitement. It was nothing extraordinary, just a normal blowjob - if a skille one, if what she was doing with her tongue was anything to go by. If he did nothing, the blond would soon make him cum.
"You seem to have a lot of experience with a man's member in your mouth." Warwick chuckles, before pulling away. He lies down on the bed. "Get on top." He commands.
Karen looked at laying professor for a moment, her eyes focused on his dick, her lip bit. After a moment, she got up. She reached under her skirt and slid down her thongs. She then knelt above Warwick, her legs on his sides as she slowly lowered herself onto his erect shaft, allowing it to slowly fill her pussy, her hands on top of is chest for support.
"Yh~" Karen bit her lip, muffling the moan that was about to escape her, as she bounced up and down on older man's surprisingly large dick. Her breasts werte bouncing up and down. She was starting to flush, a thin layer of sweet showing on her body and was fighting not to moan and the fact that he was squeezing her breast was not making things easier for her.
