When Nick came back from the kitchen, Natalie was sitting up, rooting through the night-table drawer. Nick eyed her appreciatively; here was this incredible woman, gloriously naked, and she was all his. What man, human or otherwise, could possibly want more?
When he entered the room, she hastily closed the drawer. He sat the two bottles he had retrieved from her refrigerator on the night-table's surface, just in case.
Natalie smiled at him mysteriously. "What were you looking for?" he finally asked her.
"Nothing," she replied enigmatically.
He smirked and, in a blur of movement, pinned her to the bed. "We'll just see about that." He kissed her roughly, knowing from his previous taste of her blood that she liked to be manhandled a bit. Natalie instinctively curled her arms around him, whimpering against his mouth. Just his kiss was enough to arouse her, and she slipped her hands into the collar of his shirt briefly, before pulling them out again to unbutton his shirt. But her hands were trembling, and Nick took pity on her, helping her remove his shirt which was quickly discarded and forgotten.
He then rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. She ran her hands along his chest, her fingers luxuriating in the feel of the light sprinkling of blonde hair, while he stroked her shoulders and back, a hand coming to rest at her bare bottom. A light slap followed, and he grinned audaciously at her gasp of pleasure from the brief sting of pain. He then tenderly rubbed the area, before slapping her backside a little harder. Her response was to crush her lips against his, and grind herself against his cloth-restrained erection.
He chuckled at her eagerness, and removed the rest of his clothes in the space between two of her mortal heartbeats, before she was even fully aware he was now unclothed. Only his belt remained on the bed. He then sat them both up with blinding speed, and turned her around. He captured both of her hands and pulled them back behind her, so he could hold onto both with just one of his hands. With his free hand, he then bound her securely by her wrists with the belt.
He held her by her waist, pulling her backside against his lap. Instinctively, she kneeled on the bed, legs parted to accommodate the unorthodox position. He held her in this position, flexing his muscles so the cool tip of his cock brushed against her slit from behind, teasing her. She moaned softly as his cock touched her labia, finding herself going mad because he wouldn't enter her. He too, gave a quiet hiss, wanting to bury himself in her warmth but holding back.
"So, tell me," he said in a seductive tone. "What was it you were looking for?" When she blushed, hanging her head, he chuckled, "Oh come now, my love. Don't be shy." He nibbled lightly on her earlobe as he continued to tease her with his cock.
"My toys," she said finally, after she could stand it no more. "I was hoping we could find a use for them. Among other things." She whimpered as the tip of his cock again brushed against her slit. She realized then that was the only part of his shaft touching her.
"Clever girl," he murmured, and rewarded her honesty by sliding one hand down to massage her clit, while his tip rubbed against her labia. He only did just enough to drive her over the edge, but not get her off. He then got up from the bed and opened the night-table drawer. Natalie watched him, a mixture of lust and curiosity in her eyes, wondering what he was planning to do to her.
It wasn't until he turned around, one of her toys in his hand, that she finally got a good look at his naked body. She had seen him shirtless many a time, but never completely unclothed. His frame was muscular, but not overly so, especially his arms, thighs and backside, after having spent centuries in the saddle. His stomach was flat and there was of course, his ever-present battle scar. It was the indentation of his pelvic bone that drew her eyes down to his cock. She had never been a size queen, but she was nonetheless impressed. He had been blessed with above average length, with plenty of girth to spare. She licked her lips, then looked up into his eyes pleadingly. He smiled benevolently at her. "Tell me what you want, Natalie."
"I want to taste you," she said softly. "Just a little. Please?"
He stood before her, placing her toy on the bed. Both just out of her reach. "Is that truly what you desire?"
"Yes," she murmured softly. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, and she swallowed hard. "Please." In response, he gently pressed the tip of his shaft against her lips, and she began to suckle upon it, adding little licks to tease him. She licked, kissed and gently nibbled along his shaft, trying to cover as much area as possible till she reached his sac. She sucked on one of his balls, then the other, murmuring her enjoyment of the task as she did so. Then she traced her way back, to again suckle on the tip.
Nick growled softly. Her warm lips against the coolth of his cock felt even better than he had imagined it would. He placed a hand behind her head, gently nudging her into taking him more fully into her mouth. She did so without hesitation, fully enjoying submitting to him and the feeling that such a thing brought her. Every inch of her skin tingled; she felt alive and driven by her need for him. Tasting the sweet chill of his cock in her mouth made her body respond with equal pleasure as what she was giving him. She needed to please him in order to satisfy herself.
He then braced her shoulders, pulling her back before he could climax so as to not unleash the beast before he was prepared. He had only lasted this long because he had fed well throughout the day. "That's enough, Natalie," he commanded. She licked her lips and sighed in regret when he pulled away from her, casting her eyes downward. He removed the belt restraining her, and then pointed to her toy waiting patiently to be used on the bed. "Take your toy and lie down. I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself."
She nodded obediently, collecting the vibrator he had removed from the night-table drawer, and arranged herself comfortably on the bed. He slid into bed beside her, watching her carefully. She turned on the vibrator and it buzzed quietly as she brushed it against her labia and clit before plunging it into the center. He briefly kissed her on the lips, before gently grasping one of her breasts in his hand. "Tell me, Natalie," he said, "What do you think of when you do this?"
"I think of you," she said, between one moan and another.
"And how do you think of me, when you do this?"
She was panting hard, from her ministrations to her own body, and just barely managed between gasps, "I… I imagine… us… making love." She was thrusting the vibrator into her center hard and, he smiled, taking control of the toy from her. With her hand trapped between his and the mechanical construct, he steered it inside of her, pulling it out and thrusting it in repeatedly with deep strokes.
"Is this how you imagine my thrusting into you?" he asked her.
"Yes!" she cried, tormented by her own desire.
"And this is what you would have me do now?"
"Oh God, yes! Please!"
That was all it took. He unleashed his beast fully, his fangs dropping and his eyes giving off the fiery amber glow. "Then surrender yourself to me," he told her, his voice augmented by his beast into a demonic bass tone. But Natalie wasn't the least bit frightened; this was the man she loved and desired over all others. She gazed at him intensely, with unmitigated lust.
He pulled the vibrator out of her and tossed it to the floor, before sheathing his erect cock deep within her. She shrieked out her pleasure as his cold tip touched her cervix, and filled her completely. He proceeded to thrust hard within her, enjoying the feel of her tight, heated muscles surrounding him. The warm damp of her open wide to his cold shaft was a thrilling experience for them both, and she raised her legs high against his back, to strengthen the friction between them.
They gazed into each other's eyes as he pounded her, until Natalie found herself climaxing. She threw her head back, arching her back so her body was pressed against him, as she gave herself over to the explosive orgasm that awaited her. But he did not even consider stopping. Rather, he continued onward until she came enough times to lose count and forget herself. He would remain unsatisfied until he was certain she had had all she could take.
"Please, Nick," she begged him finally. "I want you to come inside me."
He growled loudly, his pent up passion finally insisting upon release with her gasping breaths. He reared his head back, and plunged his fangs into her neck. She entangled her fingers in his hair and her muscles squeezed his cock, her body taking in his come as he began to drain her.
