I retract my fangs and look into her eyes. “Stay with me,” I murmur, my voice low and sultry. My mouth finds hers, slow and heated, and I press her back against me. My hand slides up her side and comes to rest over her breast, feeling the rise and fall of her breath and the frantic rhythm of her heart beneath my palm. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” I whisper. “I won’t let you disappear. Not like he did.” She trembles in my arms. I return to her throat, ready to take what I must — and to give her something eternal in return.
The man growls as he puts his hand on her head. "You better show enthusiasm, whore!" He growled as his dick grew to quite a size in her mouth. Slap! Another man slapped her tit, and grabbed it. Both of her tits were groped, her pussy fingered, sending shocks of pleasure down her spine.
"Ahhh~" A throaty moan escaped the woman as your fangs pierced her skin. She arched in orgasmic delight, her eyes rolled back. Orgasmic delights keep escaping from her mouth. You could feel her pulse as blood flooded your throat. Sweet scent of nectar filled the room. And the taste, the more the busty woman came the sweeter, hotter, more aromatic her blood became. Her legs gave out, and only thing supporting her standing, was you.
"H-Hngh!' She feels herself choke a little as she's forced to lower her head and force the annoyingly lengthy manhood - especially as she feels the hands of the other thugs on her. Luckily for her, this is hardly her first hurrah - she shows off her skill, as the knife wielder begins to feel her throat around his rod.
The knife disappeared from her view, but then. The man grabbed her by her hair and started thrusting into her mouth, reaching down her throat, his dick expanding in her orifice. Her eyes widened as she felt a dick pressing against her asshole. Then, not gently, but violently, it was thrust into her.
I pull back just enough to nick my own wrist, bringing a slow trickle of ruby red vitae to her lips. "Drink," I whisper seductively against her ear. "Let me fill that emptiness." "Feel that? That's eternity calling," I murmur, my fangs finding her throat again. "No more worrying about egat is missing. Only this... only us... only pleasure that never ends." My hands slide in her pants looking for her sex. I mean to overwhelm her with pleasure.
The woman moaned as red vitae touched her lips - "Hmmm~" A loud moan filled with pleasure escaped her throat, her body shuddered, arched, goose bumps showed on her skin, a flush covered her now pale cheeks. Unconsciously, she licked the blood as if it was a sweet candy. She was drunk with orgasmic sensations, the pleasure and loss of blood left her barely conscious, barely aware. Yet, you could somehow tell your words were heard, laying somewhere in her subconsciousness. "Ahhh~" A moan of pleasure escaped her, as your fingers slid into her wet quivering sex, then, as your fangs pierced her neck again, her expression morphed into that of pure ecstasy as she came the moment your fangs pierced her skin, her walls squeezing your fingers. You wanted her experiencing pure pleasure and you got it. The mortal was now but a plaything in your hands.
Tears run from Emilia's widening eyes as her throat is brutally used, not stopping as she feels a hard cock poised to invade her tightest spot. Panic grips her, but she forces herself to shake the feeling off, knowing that if the dick threatening to enter her ass does so roughly, it could hurt her. As she feels it penetrate, she does her best to relax her lower half, and create as little friction as possible.
I begin stripping the boys mom. My fingers exploring her body. “Stay with me. Let me show you what can be yours. Forget the world and be mine.”
Emilia feels the man cum, filling her offices, her pussy, mouth and ass. Then they switch, each fucking her holes. Then again. By the time their were finished and spent, Emilia could barely move from the floor, spend, tired, and after a couple of orgasms of her own. The door opened and the man left... But then, a couple of new men entered, their intentions clear as they started groping her body. The woman does not resist your hands. She was passive, drunk with orgasmic releases, high on vampiric blood. Her expression is of pure bliss. Her dress falls on the ground, showing of mature, shapely body, little pale from the blood loss. She wore black underwear and stockings.
"N-No... No..." She groans on the rough metal floor of the van as she sees new men, new rapists, ready to defile her. And worst of all, as she feels their fingers slide inside her, she feels her body respond with desire.
The men smirked as they entered the van, one reached with his hand, grabbing Emilia by hair- ... A dick was slammed deep into her mouth, pushing into her throat, moving in and out, fast, just using hers ... A hand slammed against her throat, closed just as the dick was slamming into her pussy. It was relentless fast rough fucking, without any consideration for her- ... It burned, her body was covered with sweat, on fire. A moan escaped her as another dick slammed into her pussy. A hand closed around her throat, choking her. "Thigh ten up, slut!" As she was choked, she did- .... Her eyes flew open as she felt something pressing against her asshole. Her mouth opened in a scream as dick penetrated her back door without any regard for her, but the moment she opened her mouth to protest, someone grabbed her hair and slid dick into her mouth- ... She was on her knees, pussy, ass and mouth ravaged, surrounded by flesh, smell of sweat filling the air as she was ravaged- .... "Ahhh!" She screamed as another orgasm rocked her body, the pleasure so intense- ... Slap! A burning on her cheek woke her up, the sting spreading on her skin. She did not manage to do anything as dick slid into her mouth- ... She could not move, as shafts moved in and out, in and out. ... She fell on the cold ground, and could hear the engine for a few moments, then silence. She lay, her body was covered with sweat and juices. Her mind was almost blank from the effort, sensations... Pressure. Click, click, click. She could hear clicking of heels, stop right next to her head. "Well, aren't you a pathetic sight?" Selene chuckeled looking down at her.
(Great post!) Heaving for breath, feeling her muscles ache and her body protest at the rough treatment, Emilia struggles to crane her neck up to look at the face smiling down at her. "Fuh... Fuck...You..." She manages to exhale, though it comes as more of a whisper than the shout she'd intended. Her cheeks flush with the shame of her defilement.
(Thanks!) Selene raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's a really bad choice of words." She said as she disappeared for a moment. Soon, Emilia heard the clicking back, a heel stopped right next to her head - Thud! It took her a moment to realise what landed in front of her - and it was a large strap-on. It was as large as her forearm, had nasty looking bumps and there were some electric functions. ! Selene grabbed her by hair and raised a little so that she could look into her eyes. "Yeah, I will fuck you~" The woman smirked.
