5 years later…
I gather the small number of reports on my desk with a sigh, filing them away and straightening my back, stretching slightly. Minimal siren activity, as it always was these days.
Two years ago, the Sirens had ceased all offensive operations. There had not been a single sighting of a high-level siren since then. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, they had simply… stopped fighting.
Their automated mass-produced and basic humanoid models still existed, patrolling their territory, but, due to the seeming lack of a command structure, we had successfully taken back much siren held territory, to the point where only a few spots on the globe were truly owned by the Sirens, and even now, plans were in motion to squish these last remnants.
Who knew what had happened to Siren command? They weren't destroyed by us, that's for certain. Some scientists theorized they had 'moved on' not finding whatever they were searching for in this reality, whatever all that meant. Or perhaps some other force had internally destroyed them.
I didn't really care. It meant a safer world for me, humanity… and perhaps most importantly, my family. My job mainly consisted of organizing the destruction of the Siren remnants, and general peacekeeping now. It was… a nice change of pace, but I had been busy recently, making plans to defeat these final strongholds.
A distinctive knock on the door brings my head snapping up, and a warm smile automatically places itself on my lips. "Come in." I call out.
My secretary, Hood, looks up from her corner of the room with an equally warm smile for our visitor. Her form exactly the same as when we had met, her pink hair swaying behind her as she enters with a fanged grin, ever graceful in her movements.
She nods politely at Hood, a fellow lady of the Royal Navy, before she glides to my side and I give my wife a quick kiss, relishing to contact after a day of work, her hands gentle as they envelop me lovingly.
Our gentle quiet embrace is swiftly interrupted as a small bundle of joy collides with me from the side, forcing her way between myself and her mother.
"Daddy!" Her young sweet voice is muffled against my chest as I hold her close treasuring my daughter. She was the light of my life, alongside her mother, and I truly would be lost without them.
York speaks up with a light tone of admonishment, ruffling her daughter's pink hair, a slightly darker shade than her own. "What hath I told thee about interrupting me and thy father? Wait thy turn little one."
"Sorry…" She pulls away as she looks at the ground and kicks her little feet against the floor, looking for all the world like she was indeed sorry. I knew my daughter better than that however, she was not at all sorry, the manipulative little troublemaker.
Her hair was long and similar in colour to her mothers, she also had her mother's eyes, a deep beautiful turquoise blue. Her tiny little fangs picked out from her lips on occasion, adding to her similarities to York. However, I had left my mark, as her ears were normal and round.
She didn't need to actually use her fangs to survive luckily, something we had checked early on. She could subside on normal food easily, another part of her half-human heritage. However, she could, if we allowed her to, drink blood. She only got it as a treat though, and luckily, she was more than happy with blood from the hospital unlike York, who had to still feed on me everyday.
York of course can already tell that our daughter isn't actually that sorrowful, and sighs in frustration, not truly annoyed, but enough to roll her eyes. "Truly, where dost thou get thy attitude from…"
This just earns a giggle from our daughter, and she hugs me again tightly. I did like to think she was a daddy's girl. But then… I think York was just the sterner of the two of us. I didn't have the heart to admonish our daughter and doubted my words would carry much authority. Whereas York was clearly the boss, and when she put her foot down, our daughter did tend to obey… mostly.
York clicks her tongue and exclaims. "I wish to speak to thy father. Alone. Wouldst it be acceptable for Lady Hood to take this little rascal elsewhere?" She directs this last question to my secretary and Hood smiles happily, beckoning to our daughter.
"Come now, Marya. Let us go visit your auntie George. I'm sure she'll be cooking something lovely in the canteen." The little girl gives me yet another hug, then her mother, before excitedly bouncing along, following Hood out of the room.
As soon as she leaves, York sighs and wraps an arm around me lovingly once again. "Our daughter has such boundless energy. Tis exhausting."
"Everything ok? I wasn't expecting you?"
"Doth something hath to be in disarray for me to spend time alone with my Adonis?" She kisses me again lightly, before lowering herself onto my lap, leaning back against my chest as she sits herself atop my lap.
I hold my wife from behind, tucking some loose strands of her hair behind her pointy ear, so that I can bring my lips to it, and gently run them across the edge of the ear, my tongue just slightly grazing her teasingly, causing her whole body to shudder in pleasure.
"I think you've become more sensitive in motherhood." She squirms and chuckles at my observation.
"Marya ok?" I ask, annoyed that I had been unable to spend much time with my wife or daughter this week, due to the plans for the siren remnants. I hoped… that once the final siren forces were dealt with, I could dedicate far more time to my family.
"She's fine… a handful as always. But I do love her so. She reminds me a lot of thou in many ways, at least at times."
"Really? Everyone comments on how she's the spitting image of you." I exclaim, surprised by York's observation.
She laughs lightly and tilts her head back, looking back at me as her pink hair cascades down my chest, the faint whiff of her natural scent and shampoo drifting from it.
"That stems simply from appearances. Tis a shallow evaluation of our offspring. She has thy excitable nature… thy moral compass, even if she is a bit of a troublemaker on occasion… though I cannot speak to where she gained that trait."
"I think you'll find that she gets that from you."
She grins. "Hmmm. I'm not a troublemaker… Am I?" She shifts her whole body until she's actually straddling me in the chair, her breasts pushing against my chest, her face inches from my own.
"You definitely are." I reply teasingly as I kiss her nose affectionately.
Her playful look fades, replaced by something more serious as her eyes bore into me. "May I… ask something… personal of you?"
"Of course. We're married are we not, hard to get more personal." I chuckle, but her serious expression remains, and my joking smile fades as I start to worry about the nature of the question.
"Would you consider… drinking my blood?"
I speak quietly. "That's why you came to see me?"
She looks downwards sheepishly, and nods. "I… yes. I wanted to see you of course… but tis something that has weighed heavy on my mind. I should hath waited… but I could nary help it…"
"I… guess I don't really need to ask why you want me to, right? What prompted it though?"
She nods, a slightly sad smile on her lips. "The insurance company called… about life insurance… for you. It hath bothered me like a rash since. It is not a topic I like to think about…"
"Tis selfish of me… I understand that. But… your daughter is also one of my own kind… at least partially. Her life span will either match my own… if she chooses to feed, or still long supersede your own if she doesn't."
She gives another forlorn smile. "I admit… I use our daughter as an excuse. A cruel trap to bait thee. A thorn to puncture guilt into thy heart. It is my own wish to turn thee. For thou to remain by my side in the infinite ocean of life. I cannot face it without you. But…"
She looks away from me sadly. "I fully understand if you deny my request. I shalt not begrudge you your humanity. I know I would also hath to feed on another, I hope that wouldst not irk you too much."
"York…" I smile gently at her. "I already spoke with Akashi about this… straight after I got the call from the insurance company in fact. They routed it to my office after they spoke to you. It… got me thinking too."
She looks confused. And I continue. "You wouldn't turn me with your blood. At least, not just a bit. With a larger dose, yes. But if your vampiric nature is true to human fiction on the matter, which is our current guess. Then I would become your thrall, your familiar. I wouldn't become a vampire. You could still feed off me, and I would be immortal… but…"
"You and me would be bound. Beyond our marriage, beyond Marya. You would hold absolute power over me, should you choose to. Our minds would be interwoven, connected by many threads. I would be at your whim. You would… essentially own me, as your blood would bound me to you as my master." She looks like she's about to say something, but I stop her, interrupting.
"So of course. I agree. I would have suggested it myself… but it's something I needed you to ask yourself. It didn't feel right to request it from you." Her eyes widen in surprise at my conclusion.
"But… you just said I would hold complete control over you?"
"York… you're my wife. I trust you implicitly. You would never use it, not without my permission, right?"
She nods her head, a deadly serious expression on her face. "Never."
Well then, why are you surprised? Of course, I would happily give myself to you in that way, if it meant you didn't have to lose me… as long as Marya didn't have to go through losing her father. I might not be sold on eternal life itself. But with you… with her… I couldn't wish for anything else."
She processes this for a second but nods happily. "My thanks, my Adonis. I know it is a big commitment… and it is still a part of thy humanity. It means a lot to me that thou trusts me to that extent. Do you want to… now?"
I laugh and shake my head. "Not here… can we make it a bit more romantic? Tonight, at home? Get George or Howe to babysit?"
She nods enthusiastically, her confidant grin returning. "I look forward to it."
I kiss her once again. The mother to my child. My wife. And soon to be, vampiric master.
An eternal life with her… with my daughter… I could think of far worse fates in life.
We collect Marya from Hood and George, bringing her back home for a bit. We let her play in the front room while we both cook, helping one another prepare the meal. While I liked to cook for York, I didn't always have the time, so having the two of us do it was a nice compromise.
We sit at the table, two adult portions of lasagne for us, and a smaller one for Marya. She eats it hungrily, but it doesn't take long to realise she's ignoring the peas on her plate, shoving the green vegetables to the side.
"Marya, thou shalt not leave this table until that plate is empty. Understood?" York speaks up sharply, her gaze fixed on her daughter.
Our daughter immediately makes a face and looks at me for support. I chuckle. "I don't know why you're looking at me. Listen to your mother. And if you're good, maybe you'll get some blood. Hmm?"
She pouts theatrically, but acquiesces, forcefully scooping up the peas and putting them into her mouth, making an exaggerated face of disgust as she does. I can't help but let a grin of amusement slip onto my face at my daughters' little performance.
All of a sudden, a tabby cat jumps onto the table mid-meal, inquisitively looking for any scraps to be had. Marya giggles happily at this new development and reaches out to pet him, but York mutters in annoyance. "Whiskey…"
From what I gathered, she had named him after a cat that had some form of connection with her ship's history, which was a sweet touch. Much like with our daughter, York had quickly decided on a name and had not budged on the matter, although, if I was honest, I didn't mind and I loved our daughter's name. It had a nice ring to it. It was the name of Dracula's daughter, York's love of horror literature clearly the source of the name.
My wife swiftly stands and picks up the pet, placing him back down on the floor. "Stay, Whiskey." She scolds him lightly before being unable to resist giving him quick loving strokes as he purrs happily and York returns to the table.
We finish up, and Marya thanks us for the food, then looks at me expectantly. "Blood?"
York sighs. "Very well." She stands up, heading for the kitchen before swiftly returning with a small glass of bright red liquid. Marya's eyes immediately glint with hunger, a faint red sheen overcoming the turquoise, just as it did with York.
"That's not much…" She grumbles.
York smiles sweetly. "Oh, so thou doth not wish for it?" Marya stays silent, but reaches out for it, knowing full well that arguing with her mother was pointless.
She downs the small amount almost immediately and smiles happily. "I want daddy's blood like you someday!"
York tuts. "Oh no. Thy fathers' blood is all mine" She walks behind me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, kissing me on the forehead as she does.
"…all mine" She whispers in my ear, her fangs brushing my skin before retreating into the kitchen, the sound of running water immediately following as she scrubs the plates clean. Damn tease.
Just as I'm about to go help, the doorbell rings. "Come on Marya. That'll be for you." I call out, beckoning her to follow.
She makes an annoyed face. "Why do I have to stay the night at Auntie Howe's?"
"Because sometimes me and your mum like to have some time to ourselves."
"That means there's going to be lots of kissing and cuddling and stuff…" She makes a gagging noise for effect, making her opinion on such things very clear.
York's sharp hearing must pick up on this comment, as her voice rings out from the other room in a light teasing tone. "I certainly hope so~"
I laugh loudly and usher Marya to the door and hand her off to Howe, her smile as bright and warm as always. While I never liked sending Marya away, I trusted Howe, or any York's sisters to be a responsible babysitter, they were family after all.
Shortly after, York exits the kitchen and we both collapse on the sofa, snuggling against one another, her head resting atop my chest. I grab a bottle of wine on the table nearby and pour us both a glass, and my wife smiles in thanks.
"I'm so glad that you're not as competitive with your siblings anymore… It's great that we can get them to babysit… get some us time."
York gives me an incredulous look. "And how did thou arrive at such a conclusion? Tis still a competition, I hath simply won. I do not see any of them with a loving husband, a house… a daughter. Victory is mine." She laughs happily, her serious expression breaking as she can't quite keep a straight face.
"Oh? And I'm simply a trophy husband?" I grin, while my voice raises in mock indignation.
She laughs and waves it off. "No… of course not. Well… maybe… But my daughter is certainly not a trophy." She jokes but then a solemn look overcomes her.
"I… doth thou believe I am too harsh on our daughter?" She suddenly asks out of the blue.
I try to hide my surprise at such an abrupt question. "Not at all. Besides, you're soft on her too… I'll always remember when I walked in on the two of you comparing fangs… it was adorable, you were teaching her all about vampires and blood, such excitement and love on your face..."
She laughs and sips her wine. "Hmm. I just feel I can be hard on her. But… I suppose she doth require such a firm hand at times. I… was never sure if I was a soul suited to motherhood."
I hold her tight in my embrace and reassure her. "York, Marya is fine. And you're a great mum. If anything… I'm the one ill-suited to parenthood.
She looks up at me from my chest, her soft turquoise eyes hardening. "Nonsense. Dismiss such notions immediately. Thou art a brilliant father. And a fantastic husband."
I smile at her reassurance, and kiss her once again, bending down my neck and gently giving her a peck on the lips. "Ok. But only if you agree you're a brilliant mother, and fantastic wife too."
She grins, realizing how I had played her. "Conniving little…" She mutters light-heartedly, before downing the rest of her wine and shifting her body closer and further upwards, so her head was now level with mine. She leans on my shoulder, resting her head and she sighs peacefully.
"Ah… Tis so quiet… so romantic without our offspring here. I do miss her presence, true enough. Tis a hollow feeling… but still, we do not get the chance to enjoy one another's embrace as often as I would like these days."
I stroke her soft pink hair gently. "I know… but once the remnants are defeated, my workload should lighten. And if your sisters are up for more babysitting… we could have a lot more of this… If you want it?"
My wife shuffles slightly closer and I feel her breath in my ear, the warm sensation tingling and arousing me. "Oh… I most certainly want it…" Her tone husky as she whispers in my ear. Her hands start running down my thighs, rubbing them as she starts to lap at my neck.
Her lips brush my throat, her tongue wetting the skin as her teeth pinch and pull. "You… want to feed?" I ask her, trying to keep my voice steady as she teases me, her hand still rubbing away on my thigh deliberately.
She hums affirmation, opening her mouth more, exposing her long fangs. I try my best to fight both my rising arousal and relax the tension in my muscles to allow my blood to flow more easily for my wife.
She closes her eyes and bites down, breaking the skin on my throat as her fangs dig into the flesh. The pain is still present, just as it was the very first time she fed, but it's a sensation I had gotten used to over the years, to the point that it pleasurable.
York sucks hungrily, her eyes flitting open, appreciating my reaction, her irises a deep red crimson as she lusts for my crimson red blood. The familiar pleasure courses through my body from my neck and I sigh blissfully.
Eventually, she pulls away from my throat with a grin, blood smeared across her lips and teeth. She wastes no time in kissing me passionately, allowing my tongue to clean it up, running up and down her fangs, relishing the sensation. She knew I loved doing that straight after she fed.
York pulls away once again, breathing heavily, her eyes returned to their normal beautiful turquoise, although I would be lying if I said something about the hungry red didn't do anything for me in other ways.
"And now… I believe it's my turn." I speak up softly and York's demeanour immediately changes. Her eyes fill with concern, worry for me. But she doesn't say anything, instead getting up slowly and heading to the kitchen, before returning with a small vegetable knife.
She sits down next to me and twirls the knife in her hand nervously. "Thou art sure?"
"I am." I reply steadfast in my decision as she speaks her facing downwards, her hair falling down her shoulders and covering her expression from me.
"Thou… knoweth that Akashi could be wrong? All she hath is mere speculation. My nature is a mystery, even to myself. You may well turn… fully. There is a chance, for thou to become like me…"
She looks sideways at me, her expression sharp and deadly serious. "I must knoweth that thou accepts that risk. I couldst nary live with myself if I knew thou hated thy newfound hunger, just as I did when I was constructed. To inflict that on thee without thou understanding the possibility of it… I wouldst hate myself and I would not blame thee for hating me too."
I reach out and take her hand, I speak gently while trying to put as much seriousness and force into my voice as possible. "York. I understand the risks. I would never blame you. If I turn fully, so be it. You would still be my wife… my other half, my rock, either way. I'm not doing this for myself… I'm doing this for you. And for our daughter."
She smiles back, gently, her sharp aura fading. "I just needed to know. And thou art sure you shall be content being my bound thrall? My loyal familiar, if all goes well?"
"Of course. The way you drive me, am I not that anyway? Might as well make it official." I make a joke to lighten the serious mood, and I'm glad when her light laugh rings out around the living room.
"Very well. Feast, my Adonis, on mine own cursed blood. Let us bind ourselves further, beyond matrimony, beyond soulmates, let us truly become one." As she speaks, she brings the knife against her wrist, and cuts it gently, until the slightest bit of viscous red fluid begins to flow.
She moves her arm, bringing it to my mouth. I hold it gingerly, and give my wife one more confidant smile, before placing my lips over the wound, sealing my fate.
Her blood immediately drips onto my tongue, and I drink it quickly. Only a few drops, I knew that any more may well end my humanity completely, and while I had accepted that as a possibility, I would still prefer to remain partially human, if only for the fact that York could still feed on me everyday.
I pull away quickly, and swallow it, trying to ignore the bitter, metallic taste. York looks on, concern etched on every part of her face.
Then, she gasps loudly as something just… clicks.
It's not painful, at least for me, nor is it uncomfortable. In fact, I feel much the same. But at the same time… my head… my thoughts, are not 100% my own. I can feel my own, but I can also feel a bubble outside of that.
Instinctively I can tell, it's York. I can't discern actual thoughts, it's just a fuzzy mess within my head. But feelings, are vivid, if I really focus on that bubble.
York's concern for me, her heart-wrenching love, I can feel it myself. It's an utterly bizarre experience.
Suddenly, my wife speaks up. "Thou art thinking about how strange this is."
Huh? She can discern my thoughts? But all I could make out was feelings from her? I try once again, and again, it's all just a fuzzy mess of emotion.
"Thy art my thrall, not the other way round. The connection goes two ways, yes, but only to a point."
I nod slowly, trying to understand. So… she could read my thoughts, because she was technically my master.
She giggles. "There is no technically about it. I am thy vampiric master."
I squirm inside uncomfortably. I loved York implicitly, but this felt incredibly invasive… my thoughts on display, while her own were shrouded in mystery.
Her hands immediately fly to my own and she rubs them comfortingly. "Hark. Try mine own thoughts once more."
I focus again on York's space in my head, crossing the threads that bind mine and her mind together. Her thoughts are no longer fuzzy. I still have to concentrate to pick it up, and I hope it is the same for her. I certainly wouldn't be able to multitask and read her mind at the same time.
She doesn't even need to say anything, because I can see it in her head. She agrees, it takes her just as much concentration too. Her thoughts are jumbled, fast. This was a new, and incredibly odd experience for both of us, and our minds are racing to catch up.
But I can still see bits here and there. Her love for me, the fact that she's incredibly happy that I didn't turn fully, her hunger, ever-present for my blood, even odd little background thoughts, like the fact that she wanted to renovate this room, as she didn't like the colour of the carpet.
She speaks up, and I stop focusing, losing her thoughts. "My Adonis." She looks me straight in the eye. "I solemnly promise, as my thrall, I shalt never obscure my thoughts from thee, and I shalt never pry into thy own without permission."
"Now… having said that… I do wish to try one or two things… raise thy hand." Immediately, my body obeys, compelled to obey her, the thread between our minds pulsing with the order.
She lets out a loud laugh, unable to stop herself. She must do something because I can immediately lower it. She lets her laughter run out, then tries once more. "Raise thy hand"
Nothing. No compulsion, no order ringing through my head. She claps her hands together with a smile. "Fantastic, as I thought. I can control it. My second promise to thee. I shalt never use that power again. Piercing one's free will is such unsightly behaviour."
She continues with a playful glint in her eyes. "Having said all that… May I have permission to see thy thoughts?"
"…I… suppose?" I answer cautiously. I had no reason to not let her, but what exactly was that mischievous look in her eyes.
Having given my permission, she smiles and speaks. "So. Any of the girls thou findeth attractive on the base?"
Of course, it's too late. My mind immediately flits to the several girls that I found to be appealing on the base automatically. I pale in fear, but York just giggles to herself delighted.
"Sorry, my Adonis, twas a cruel ploy. I shalt not use thy dominion over thee like that again, my word is my bond." She places her hand over her chest like taking an oath.
"I can tell thou finds me the most attractive, naturally, so thou art forgiven. Besides…"
She holds her hand up and smiles happily. "None of them hath a ring, do they?"
I shake my head and laugh, she always did have an odd sense of humour. I take her in a tight embrace, and we both fall back onto the sofa, snuggling once again. This time with a newfound bond, a connection that transcended our physical boundaries.
While I don't peek at her thoughts, just as she promised not to with my own, I can feel her emotions. She's happy, blissfully so. And so am I.
"So… York. Do I have to feed off you now?" I ask, genuinely curious as to the caveats of my new condition as a vampiric thrall.
"Yes, but I do not believe thou will hunger for it, and thou shall only need it once a month. Otherwise, the connection to me shall fade with time. But, as long as one continues feeding, thou art immortal, and bound to me. Tis poetic, no? For me to continue feeding on thee, thou must feed on me."
I nod, happy with the answer, pulling her closer as I lavish my wife with some loving kisses on the neck. She mewls happily, her body squirming slightly at the touch of my lips.
"I love you, Dork."
"I love thou too, my Adonis…. I…" York looks oddly shy, although it only lasts for a few seconds, before her calm demeanour returns.
"Now that thy art bound to me, fully and completely… and thy life is infinite. I hast a proposition for thee."
I cock my head curiously. A proposition?
"Marya… I love her. Completely and truly. You and her… are my life. Nothing else matters. Ever. But…"
She pauses and pulls away from me slightly, her back straightening as she parts from the embrace, a more serious expression on her face. "Would thou like… to add another, to our coven?"
"You… want another child?" She smiles and nods.
"Tis been on my mind. A sibling for Marya to play with… twould be nice, don't you think?"
"I…" I turn this sudden suggestion over in my mind. I mean… with my job slowly becoming less and less intense, I would be able to help York with a newborn, more so than I had with Marya. And it would be nice for her to have a younger brother or sister.
I nod in agreement. "Yea… I think that would be nice."
York's clasps her hands together excitedly, her body flush with happiness. "Perfect. I knew thou would agree with me. Besides…"
She whispers in my ear. "Making the baby is one of the most delightfully sinful parts…"
-XXX START-
York wastes no time in placing a hand on my chest and forcefully pushing me down onto the sofa, my fall softened by the cushions. My wife's eyes are filled with undiluted lust as she hungrily tears away at my shirt, quickly discarding it.
Then she stops for a second and breathes deeply, calming herself. She did have a tendency to get a bit overexcited at times like these. She shoots me a smile and starts undressing, peeling herself out of her clothes as fast as she can manage.
Before long, she's atop me, completely nude, her clothes scattered across the living room in disarray, York not caring about where they landed. I can already feel my cock stirring, the sight of my naked wife enough to send sparks down my body.
Her breasts swing as she shifts down the sofa, tugging on my trousers simultaneously, eventually getting them off my feet. My hard cock is visible, pressing against the fabric of my underwear as York's eyes drill into it.
She licks her lips and digs her fingers into the waistband, pulling it down teasingly, inch by inch as my dick strains to be free. Eventually, it springs free and York's eyes light up as she promptly chucks my underwear across the room, as if to say "we won't be needing these".
York's hands start at the bottom, massaging my balls slowly, gripping and pulling gently, causing the head of my cock to twitch angrily, and a breathless groan of appreciation slip from between my lips.
Fucking hell… Her fingers glide up my shaft and down, torturing me with the sensation. She knew exactly how to get me going. I watch her intently, watching the movement of her head, hoping for a blowjob more than anything.
My wife gives a fanged grin, having guessed what I'm fishing for. "Ohh? Thou wishes for my tongue? My lips? Wrapped around thy… cock?"
She smiles, a teasing sultry smile. "Then thy better return the favour. Debts must be paid in full…" Before I can react, she has turned around on her knees and clambered over my chest, so that now, we are in a 69 position, and I have a face full of my wife's ass.
And what a gorgeous ass it is. Plump and round, with that perfect softness and a faint ripple to it as she moves. Her pulsing slit is placed directly in front of my nose, just the lightest sheen of arousal shining atop the pink folds.
I reach up with my hands and grip her cheeks firmly, pulling them apart for easier access to York's derrière. Her anus wink at me, the dark puckered hole looking inviting, but I knew what my wife would prefer, so I dutifully push my face forwards, my nose brushing her skin as I breathe in York's scent, and the overpowering smell of musk from her pussy.
I give it a lick tentatively, collecting all the shiny girl-cum from the outer lips into my mouth, savouring the taste, before plunging my tongue deeper and running it up and down, lapping at her cunt hungrily.
I hear a small gasp from York, and feel her walls tighten around my tongue. She promptly licks the tip of my head, and I have to really concentrate to continue servicing her, my tongue writhing around inside her privates digging into all her crevices, tasting her love, just how damn turned on she is at the prospect of having a child.
I feel York move forward slightly, and my tongue comes loose from it's warm sheath, my saliva coming away in strings from her cunt. Before I can plunge it back in however, my cock is enveloped by a heavenly feeling. A warm cavern, loose, but tight at the base as it moves, a soft appendage prodding at my glands, wrapping around them before moving further down my shaft.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out this is York's mouth and tongue, working away at pleasing her husband, pleasuring me as much as she can. She had always been fantastic at giving head and was more than happy for me to take the lead sometimes if I was in the mood to be more dominant.
The tightness at my base, which must be her lips, sucks upwards, then back down, causing me to chuck my head back and let out a guttural moan. "Fuck! York…" I mumble, lost to the sensation as I close my eyes and relish it.
She sloppy sound of her blowjob only makes it better, matching her tempo as I feel the lewd concoction of my precum and her own spit drip down my shaft from her lips, and coating my balls. My hips buck slightly, and I force them back down, trying not to unexpectedly make York gag.
However, I'm surprised when the sensation stops, the warm cavern is still there, her mouth still wrapped around roughly half of my cock, but she has ceased her movements. I mewl in disappointment, which quickly becomes a hiss of pain through gritted teeth as I feel her fangs graze my shaft.
Not enough to truly hurt me, or leave a mark, she knew the extent she could go to. Then, the warm feeling disappears, and the sound of York swallowing her own spit and my pre can be heard, before her voice rings out.
"Husband. Twas a punishment. I believe thou may have become enamoured with my mouth, yes? Good. But thou hath a job too, see to it."
I realize that I had just been completely spacing out, enjoying York's mouth to the fullest, and forgetting about my own duty, her ripe pussy in front of my face, which was throbbing angrily at me, clearly in need of some love.
"Oh… sorry." I manage to get out breathlessly. "Your mouth was just… really good."
She chuckles. "True. I am skilled at turning thou into a mindless fool with my body, but do please try and keep up with thy debts." The sensation returns on my cock as she pumps her head back forth, resuming my blowjob.
Having been lightly scolded, I quickly get to my own job, licking out my wife's wet cunt. I can feel myself getting close to release already, York's technique impeccable, taking me right down to my balls then back up with incredible speed, so I try my best to match her pace.
I jam my tongue as deep as I can get it, getting a large squirt of pussy juice onto my tongue as a reward, before I repeatedly thrust it in and out, trying to stimulate a specific spot I knew really got her going.
It was just… a little… farther. I close my eyes and stretch the last bit, finally hitting it and rapidly moving the tip around as York's whole body shakes at the pleasure. That was more like it!
She hums on my dick encouragingly, and I continue to stimulate that spot, my chin covered in my wife's colourless love juice already.
I wasn't going to last long, and I hoped she wasn't either. I can feel the tightness of her throat around my head as she deepthroats me, a slight gurgle coming from her, only enhancing the experience more.
"York I… I… I'm coming!" I mumble into her pussy before continuing to ravish her slit with my mouth. I don't know if she heard me, but soon enough, my cock is twitching within her throat, ropes of come splattering into it, some of it coming back down, out of her lips and onto my cock.
She swallows as much as she can, then sets to work cleaning up, lapping up the cum that had dripped out of her mouth, her tongue wrapping around my still sensitive cock, collecting any scraps she can find.
It takes all my concentration to continue licking her own pussy,m my explosive orgasm leaving me shuddering and exhausted. But I manage it dutifully. It was my own fault for getting distracted earlier.
She's close, I just need to apply that little extra stimulation. I move my finger and collect some of York's sopping love juice from her pussy, and gently press against her anus, just inserting the tip of my finger and moving it in a circular pattern just ever so slightly stimulating her bowels as I eat her out.
It's enough to do it. She stops cleaning up my mess and mewls huskily, before her voice changes it to a loud moan, shuddering with pleasure as her fleshy walls tighten on my tongue, almost trapping it inside as she leaks into my mouth and I drink her squirt lovingly.
Afterwards, York's collapses atop me, and we stay like that, breathing against one another for a few minutes, not saying a word.
Then without saying anything, my wife slowly gets up, shoots me a smile, and slides off the sofa and quickly takes the glasses and books off the coffee table next to us, before setting herself down on it.
It was a decent size and was built with solid oak wood, so should be able to handle her weight. She grins happily and motions to me. "Now for the part where you pump me full, yes? Fill my womb with thy seed, and create new life, as we sink into carnal pleasure."
I don't need telling twice. I get up and clamber atop the coffee table with her. It's just big enough to fit the two of us, although I'm less sure about how well it's going to hold our weight. It was certainly well built, but still, there was something hot about doing it in such an unconventional place.
I line myself up with York's pussy, already dripping onto the wood of the table, staining it. She raises her legs as I do so, and wraps them around my upper body so that we're in a mating press style. Fitting I suppose.
Because of our foreplay, I don't need to be slow about it, so I unceremoniously insert my cock into straight her hot tunnel with a thrust. I don't do it fast, but neither am I slow, and it doesn't take too long for me to bottom out within her, my balls slapping her ass as her thighs and legs tighten around me, she lets out a cute moan her head snapping back.
"You always feel… so damn good, my Adonis…" She smiles and wiggles her body a little closer so that her hips are positioned a bit better for me to piston into her.
"And your pussy is always so inviting…" She laughs and bucks her hips, clearly tired of waiting. I promptly start thrusting, moving back and forth as York reaches up with both hands, grasping the table for support as we rock it.
Her cunt pulses and writhes around my cock, York's pussy feeling utterly sublime. I grit my teeth and ram in especially hard, almost hitting her womb. I do it again, and again, speeding up my pace as my wife writhes in pleasure beneath me, unable to stop the moans from slipping out between her fangs.
She bites her bottom lip and stares at me intently. "That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me so damn hard, that I can't fucking stand, fuck a child into me, do it!"
Her slutty words only serve to arouse me further, if that was even possible by this point. I fuck her sloppy pussy hard and fast, shaking the coffee table as we mate passionately, my cock spearing inside her, ramming into her with wild abandon.
York's eyes have slightly glazed over, just loud moans coming from her partially open mouth, her tongue hanging out as she drools slightly, just enjoying the barrage of pleasure.
Then, as I try to speed my thrusts up slightly, there's a loud crack. And the entire table collapses as we fall the short distance to the floor, the legs on the table having snapped completely off.
The breath is knocked from my lungs as we hit the floor, but, as soon as we settle, my hips already start bucking into York once again, uncaring about the broken furniture or my sore body. Only one thing in my mind, fucking my wife, fucking her till she is full with my semen, and a child.
However, it would seem York has slightly different plans, the sudden fall and subsequent stop having woken her from her pleasure induced stupor. She grins at me, not remotely caring about the broken, and rather expensive, coffee table.
Her hands grip my shoulders, and as my hips continue thrusting, she rolls me over, away from the broken remnants of furniture and onto the soft carpet, with her on top. She wastes no time in resuming our lovemaking, at just as a rapid pace as before, slamming her hips down onto me with force.
I can see her pussy wrapping around my cock as it moves up and down, coating my shaft with a mixture of our bodily fluids. As she rides me furiously, she brings a finger up to her mouth and bites it lightly, striking one hell of a sexy pose.
My cock is throbbing with anticipation, I'm close to the edge, as is she, I can tell from how much arousal is dripping from her pussy, how damn tight she is.
My wife flashes her fangs and once again, gives me some verbal encouragement. "Come for me. My adonis. Pump it straight into my most precious womb. Seed me. Just give it all to me. Can you feel how close I am… I… I…" She almost slows her pace as she feels her oncoming orgasm, but manages to keep it up, right to the point we both come.
Her pussy clamps onto my dick as she slams down onto me one final time, resting her ass on my hips as I groan huskily, ropes of cum pumping straight into her, just like she had begged for. She throws her head back and groans, her fangs fully on display, glinting in the light.
She always looked fucking great like this. A beauty without measure. Her body shuddering as she comes down from her high, feeling the warmth of the semen I had shot into her as she rubs her thighs.
Slowly, she dismounts me, then bends down, placing a kiss on my forehead. "My thanks, husband." Then, she surprises me. Instead of settling down next to me, she struts over to the armchair in the corner of the living room.
She elegantly turns and places herself on it, her hands delving to her pussy as she opens her legs wide, leaning back on the chair, spreading her pussy, my cum slowly dripping out of it in batches.
"Art thou sure just once shall be sufficient? We were lucky the first time, true enough... but why let chance take its shot? Doth thou not wish to fill me... to the brim? We hast much time till morn. Thy wife demands to be bred properly."
I groan as I get up slowly, resting on my knees as I look at my wife. She looked fantastic, her cunt spread like that, my semen dripping slowly out as she grins at me, her body slick with sweat and exhaustion, yet still willing to go another round.
"If your sure… but I'm kinda tired…"
York laughs and smiles lovingly. "Doth not fret. We can go slow, tenderly. I would like that. Tis acceptable?"
I nod happily, I like the sound of that too. I slowly walk over, and she shifts back, further into the armchair so I can squeeze on, wrapping my legs around her, as she wraps hers around my back.
My semi-erect dick flops between us, my balls pressing into her pussy. York smiles. "Let us excite him some more first… I know exactly what will do it…" She leans over, her hair cascading down her shoulders and onto my chest as her lips lower to my neck, and she starts kissing and biting slowly.
This immediately gets me going, the feel of her fangs on my skin, the warm wet sensation of her tongue on my body… fuck. I shift back slightly, just so I can penetrate her, and slowly myself into her warm passage once again, my insertion lubricated by my own cum which remains inside her, the thrust of my cock causing some more to leak out of my wife's folds.
She rolls her hips, as promised, slowly and gently, the faint ripples making their way down to my cock, causing it to pulse at the pleasure, sending little jolts of lightning up my spine. As she does this, York continues nibbling on me, leaving a trail of bite marks, lapping at my skin simultaneously.
I decide to return the favour, starting at one of her ever so sensitive ears. I take it gently between my teeth, squishing it slightly, before running my tongue up and down it.
My wife whimpers into my chest, before continuing her own job, and bites slightly harder, actually digging her fangs into my neck, breaking the skin. She takes the smallest sip of blood, then pulls away and grabs my chin, forcing me into a kiss, which I respond to forcefully, enjoying the taste of my blood on her lips, so fresh. I greedily suck it all up, my tongue exploring her whole mouth as she continues to roll her hips against mine, our slow, intimate lovemaking still just as incredible as the rough passionate fuck we had previously.
We break the kiss as York ups the pace, her hips moving just that little bit faster. It's still incredibly slow and gentle still, yet I can feel my rising orgasm, slowly in the distance.
I move my attention lower, nibbling on York's neck as she was mine, marking her with my teeth, grabbing little patches of skin between my front teeth and pulling slowly, until I get a little gasp from her, then letting go.
I repeat this a couple of times, until the left side of her neck is marred with scattered teeth marks, physical proof of my attention. I hug her tightly as my cock twitches inside her, awaiting release, I just needed that little bit more.
"York…" I whisper in her ear. "I want to try and hit your womb… gently…" She nods and I use my hands to position her closer to me, her breasts actually pushing into me, her head resting on my shoulder as I feel her breath on my throat and all the sore bites she had given me, marking me as hers. Her thrall. Her husband. Her Adonis.
I slowly move my cock just that little bit further up inside her and gasp as I hit a solid wall. Her womb. I press just that little bit more, till her womb is actually sucking my cock in. I grit my teeth and groan. Fucking hell… that felt so fucking good.
I can feel the rest of York's body shuddering and twitching in response. She was close too. "York… I love you…" I murmur it gently as I come, no ceremony, no fast pounding or ecstatic cries of pleasure, just slow and gentle as I shoot load after load of my baby-making seed directly into her womb, pressed right up gaianst it, my tip being milked by it as it sucks it all up.
I hold her tight as she shakes, orgasming herself as she sighs in pleasure. "I… love you too… my Adonis."
We stay like that for ages. Joined as one, holding each other tightly, her head nestled into my shoulder as my cock continues to press against her womb, keeping the cum plugged inside.
- XXX END -
Another child huh? I… I really liked that idea. If this didn't get York pregnant… then I was more than happy to try again. Marya deserved a sibling to play with… and it would be nice to have two kids…
I quickly search in my head, feeling York's emotions. She's still nestled against me, in fact, I would have thought she was asleep, but her feelings are clear as I scan them in my head. She's blissful, completely and utterly.
Our family… our odd little immortal family… I chuckle to myself. Now, that wouldn't be so bad, would it?