Angelus shot upward in bed panting harshly, his hand gripping his hard shaft as he struggled to gain control. The blonde had visited him again today creeping into his dreams to lure him into her sticky web of lust. Huffing he flopped back onto the pillows aware of a faint sheen of sweat coating him.
Painfully aroused, Angelus groaned, tightening his fist around his girth and pumped. Thanks to his mysterious Leannán, as he affectionately called her, this early evening wake up call was habitual. He ached so badly, his penis throbbing, he arched into his own empty touch wishing for her to show up in real life as she did in sleep.
Leannán's pale creamy breasts hovered in his mind's eyes with their dusky crowned peaks hardening at his stare. Angelus pumped his cock harder, feeling it slip between his fingers, a pleasurable friction building in his groin. The tips of his fingers trailed over his engorged head to press into the tip, gathering the pre-cum before returning to the base of his penis.
The taste of her pebbled nipples and their roughen texture exploded sensually in his mouth. A possessive growl ticked in his throat as he vamped out. His hips arched upwards as a wae of pleasure shot straight to his groin.
"Leannán!" Angelus moaned, his balls tightening. Desperately seeking release he sped up the thrusts of his pelvis and tightened his grip on the girth of his cock.
Gritting his teeth, Angelus worked himself furiously, edging towards climax. He could imagine her warmth wrapping around him, holding him tightly inside her parted thighs as she rode him, her breasts bouncing gently when she rotated her pelvis down around him. Leannán's hands scorching his skin as they traced down his chest to flick his nipples before scratching his abdomen. She bent down to lick the hollow of his throat, then nibbling her way down his chest.
He surged upwards, coming in jagged spurts, until he was milked dry and left temporarily sated. A contented purr rumbled in his chest before he laughed sinisterly before jumping out of bed. Hastily cleaning himself, he reached out for a pair of leather pants, and slithered them up over his hips. With a yawn gracing his mouth, his fangs glistened before he retreated back into his human features.