How I adore -pleasing- her. As she straddled my face. The insides of her warm thighs clamped around the sides of my head. I can -smell- her sweetness. And soon, I will taste of her exotic nectar in the most unique and terrifying ways. She has no clue.
I then open my jaws gaping wide as my fangs slip past my full lips. I then bite down on her womanhood, impaling her clitoris with my fangs. She screams in pain and pleasure, euphoric ecstacy. Small tributaries of her scarlet essence traverse into my mouth. Rolling over my lips, staining my teeth, then disappearing into my dark throat.
I reached my hands up her body, my claws growing slowly as they climb the statuesque of her quivering frame. Tracing small circles around her breasts, spiraling towards their centers. There I firmly pinch her nipples with my fingernails, drawing more blood.
As I avariciously feed from her womanhood, I can not only taste her blood, but her fear as well. I proceed to suck it out of her, leaving a void of darkness and empty in it's wake. I will now fill that void with my tongue. She will taste the things I taste. I will fill that void with my refined corruption.
Slowly, I let forth my tongue. It passes smoothly between my teeth, my fangs pull her clitoris wide as the slippery fat muscle slithers inside of her. Expanding and contracting, rolling off the side walls of her most intimate domain. Now I taste -her- and everything that she is. Her hopes. Her dreams. Her sadness. Her -lust-
I grab her hips forcefully as she begins to rock rythmically upon my face. My claws sinking into her flesh as the declevities surrounding the wounds fill up with blood wich over flows and trickles down her naked shivering thighs, pooling in crimson puddles beneath her knees.
I remove my fingernails from her hips and run them up her arms now. Streaking trails of blood till I reach her neck. I then circle my fingers to her chin and let them slowly walk up to her lips where I let them slip into her mouth. Letting her taste her own corruption as I have. Taste her own death.
I begin pulling harder with my fangs, stretching her clitoris even more, the flesh wounds tearing wider, her blood now splashing into the back of my throat like a crimson waterfall. I speak to her in her mind. I tell her how beautiful she is, and how good she tastes. I tell her to beg me to let her finsih. That I will reward her for her own pleasure.
She complies. She begins to climax as waves of firey passion and forbidden lust wash over her. I feel her entire body shudder on my face as her orgasmic convulsions comes crashing down, bathing my face in her essence. Slowly I retract my serpentine tongue from inside of her. The muscle hot and moist from her release.
She rolls off of me and I roll in sync with her so that I am over her. There, I lean down and place my lips to hers, letting her essence ooze past my lips and into her mouth. I tell her to see how good she tastes to me. I tell her that now, is time for her reward. Her pleasure is her sin. Her sin will be her death. And in her death, I will hold the sword for I am it's keeper.
Now, would any of you girls want me to give -you- oral pleasure? Surely one of you are -brave- enough to make a request. All you have to do, is call my name. And the darkness will come to life. I will part the shadows and come find you. No fear. No pain. Trust me.
-Drink Deeply-
Soon this story shall expand. I will bring new elements of dark terror to life in this tale of horror and lust. There are pieces to this puzzle that have been left out. So refresh your memories. Mistress LaSombra, is coming. Who will witness her dark glory? Who will watch me die?
I then open my jaws gaping wide as my fangs slip past my full lips. I then bite down on her womanhood, impaling her clitoris with my fangs. She screams in pain and pleasure, euphoric ecstacy. Small tributaries of her scarlet essence traverse into my mouth. Rolling over my lips, staining my teeth, then disappearing into my dark throat.
I reached my hands up her body, my claws growing slowly as they climb the statuesque of her quivering frame. Tracing small circles around her breasts, spiraling towards their centers. There I firmly pinch her nipples with my fingernails, drawing more blood.
As I avariciously feed from her womanhood, I can not only taste her blood, but her fear as well. I proceed to suck it out of her, leaving a void of darkness and empty in it's wake. I will now fill that void with my tongue. She will taste the things I taste. I will fill that void with my refined corruption.
Slowly, I let forth my tongue. It passes smoothly between my teeth, my fangs pull her clitoris wide as the slippery fat muscle slithers inside of her. Expanding and contracting, rolling off the side walls of her most intimate domain. Now I taste -her- and everything that she is. Her hopes. Her dreams. Her sadness. Her -lust-
I grab her hips forcefully as she begins to rock rythmically upon my face. My claws sinking into her flesh as the declevities surrounding the wounds fill up with blood wich over flows and trickles down her naked shivering thighs, pooling in crimson puddles beneath her knees.
I remove my fingernails from her hips and run them up her arms now. Streaking trails of blood till I reach her neck. I then circle my fingers to her chin and let them slowly walk up to her lips where I let them slip into her mouth. Letting her taste her own corruption as I have. Taste her own death.
I begin pulling harder with my fangs, stretching her clitoris even more, the flesh wounds tearing wider, her blood now splashing into the back of my throat like a crimson waterfall. I speak to her in her mind. I tell her how beautiful she is, and how good she tastes. I tell her to beg me to let her finsih. That I will reward her for her own pleasure.
She complies. She begins to climax as waves of firey passion and forbidden lust wash over her. I feel her entire body shudder on my face as her orgasmic convulsions comes crashing down, bathing my face in her essence. Slowly I retract my serpentine tongue from inside of her. The muscle hot and moist from her release.
She rolls off of me and I roll in sync with her so that I am over her. There, I lean down and place my lips to hers, letting her essence ooze past my lips and into her mouth. I tell her to see how good she tastes to me. I tell her that now, is time for her reward. Her pleasure is her sin. Her sin will be her death. And in her death, I will hold the sword for I am it's keeper.
Now, would any of you girls want me to give -you- oral pleasure? Surely one of you are -brave- enough to make a request. All you have to do, is call my name. And the darkness will come to life. I will part the shadows and come find you. No fear. No pain. Trust me.
-Drink Deeply-
Soon this story shall expand. I will bring new elements of dark terror to life in this tale of horror and lust. There are pieces to this puzzle that have been left out. So refresh your memories. Mistress LaSombra, is coming. Who will witness her dark glory? Who will watch me die?
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Oh, and I did restrain. Jesus God Christ, I did restrain.
Pleasant regards.
ps...I will respect your request, though, and will further abstain, no matter how obstinate I may feel.
Anyway, I liked it a bit, but it does need tweaking... but you certainly created a sense of fear and lust that was good to read.