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I fidget nervously, Souryuu's gaze drilling into me from the corner as she assesses my workflow. She promptly pushes her glasses up her nose slightly and looks away, focusing on her own work and I breathe a quick sigh of relief, having passed some form of invisible test.
Souryuu drove me hard as secretary, but it was productive, I had to admit that much at least. Still… I missed York. It had only been a couple of days, and I had still been around every day for her feeding, but…
Having her close, chatting with her through the day. I enjoyed it immensely, not just for the slight touches of affection, the quick kisses when no one was around, but for her company. Talking to her, seeing her fanged smile when I said a joke, the care in her eyes. I loved it all… so much.
Thinking about York, I check the time. Shit. She was due her morning feeding any minute now. I needed to get to her room. Normally, I would have gone before coming into the office, but Souryuu liked for us to come in earlier, and finish earlier, so I had indulged her.
I cough lightly to draw my secretary's attention. "Souryuu… I'm going to take a small break…" I say tentatively, knowing full well she would not be pleased. Indeed, immediately her expression sours and she glares at me sternly.
"Shikikan, we have barely even started! Why in the world would you want a break? Your productivity will drop considerably… I would urge you… nay, demand, you reconsider."
"I…" I sigh, dropping the pretence. "I need to go see York…" Her eyebrows raise in clear surprise.
"So it's true? You two are seeing one another? While I'm happy for you Shikikan. There is a time and place for such romantic notions, work is not one such time."
"Souryuu, She needs to feed… because of her condition." The bunny girl cocks her head and her floppy ears tilt slightly as she considers this new information.
"Hmmm… she feeds from you?" She sighs exasperated.
"Fine. Far be it for me to get between the two of you, especially if you have a good reason. Just try not to get too… comfortable… with her, Shikikan. And if you must… at least be quick… and wash afterwards… I have no desire to help a Shikikan who wears the stench of intimacy all day."
I blush deeply and squirm in embarrassment. "I… err… I can assure you, that won't happen." Me and York had remained much the same since our first date. We had not yet been fully intimate, although we had admittedly had a couple of rather steamy make out sessions when she fed on me. She had proposed a second date, but we had yet to organise one.
I smile at my secretary, giving my thanks and quickly leaving towards the dorms. Within minutes I'm at York's door and knock on it politely. I hear her call out, but it's distant, muffled. I open the door which is unlocked and enter.
Immediately, I can hear the sound of running water permeating the room from the en-suite. It's clear now as to why her voice was muffled, she was in the shower. That thought stirs up my lustful urges… imagining her beautiful ripe form, glistening wet from the water running down her curves… I could surprise her… running my hands up and down, pulling and pushing, maybe even nibble her ears a bit, something I had come to discover was a severe weakpoint of hers... She would groan in pleasure as a blush formed on her adorable cheeks, then I could spread her ass and…
The sound of the water stopping and the shower door opening and closing breaks me from my sexual fantasies. I can feel my cheeks heating up and quickly try my best to force my blush away. York quickly strides into the room, clad in only a white towel, wrapped around her glistening wet form. She's in the middle of applying lipstick, but stops as she approaches me.
She flashes me a fanged smile. Full of genuine warmth and happiness, and my I feel my heart glow at such a simple gesture. She walks over and hands me a hand towel.
"Care to dry my hair, Commander?" She turns around, presenting her soft long flowing hair to me, the bright pink shimmering in the light. I gently take some strands, combing them with the towel softly. I keep doing this as York sighs in bliss, pressing her back further towards me.
The urge becomes too much… I can't stop myself. I lean forward and bury my face in her damp hair and take a deep breath through my nose. She smells fantastic, of lavender and floral aromas, clearly, she had used some high-grade shampoo. But still, even through that, her natural scent permeated, it had something… hypnotic about it. I dig my nose further in and take another large sniff.
She giggles. "Art thou a mutt now? Smelling thy mate? How vulgar~" I don't react to the snarky jab, instead, I get my own back, by doing exactly what I had fantasised about. I bring my face lower and move it to the side, my nose brushing past her hair slowly.
I reach her pointed ear, and flick out my tongue, caressing the tip of the point. I relish the shudder of her body, straight down from her head to her toes, she quakes at the sensation and a muted gasp slips out between her fangs. Then, I bite down on the edge, gently at first, then harder, and she groans loudly.
"No fair… twas only teasing…." She murmurs, yet, despite her protests, does nothing to move away, instead pressing her ear closer to my tongue, craving more. I stop biting, circling her ear teasingly with my tongue, leaving a faint trail of saliva, before finally thrusting inwards, running my tip up and down the canal of her ear as her body squirms in pleasure.
Eventually, I stop, pulling back, but not before placing a loving kiss on her neck. I continue drying her hair, till it's at least not dripping anymore. She turns around a blush clear on her face, although it quickly fades.
She grins. "Getting confidant are we? Although… now thou hath invited mine own lust…" She grabs me, and forcefully marches me over to the bed, pushing me onto it on my back as her eyes begin to glow red from hunger.
She crawls onto the bed on all fours, slinking up my body until she's level with me, her hair draping down her shoulders onto me as the towel wrapped around her body looks dangerously close to parting. Her hand glides up my thigh teasingly. "My my… Someone looking forward to being my blood bag today?" She eyes the clear bulge in my trousers.
"Maybe." I say with a confident grin.
York unexpectedly pouts. "It's becoming harder and harder to fluster thee. Perhaps thou art too used to my japes? How about this?"
Her hand shoots down, grasping the bulge and tightening her grip. Immediately I let out a gasp at the sensation of her fingers, even with clothing between us… the thought of her touching… My blush which I had forced down returns with a vengeance.
She giggles delightedly. "That's more like it! I do like to see thou blush, tis adorable."
I recover and smile back, and before she knows it, I've grasped the back of her head and kissed her on the lips, passionately. Our tongues intermingle as I battle for dominance.
She's skilled, but surprise is on my side and I quickly wrestle her own tongue out of the way and explore her mouth wildly. I stay like that for a while, before finally running my tongue over the sharp point of one of her fangs, breaking the kiss abruptly, both of us panting for breath.
Her cheeks are flaming red from having been surprised, and I deliver my killer blow. "And I love it when you blush, you look so cute." I can feel my heart hammering inside my chest, my grin widening at having successfully counter-attacked York's teasing.
Her red eyes regard me with surprise, blush still bright on her face. Slowly, a smile creeps onto her lips as it fades. "I look... cute? Truly, thy wordplay is lacking. Call me resplendant, aphrodite incarnate. Cute is not how one should describe a woman of the Royal Navy..." York speak in a lighthearted tone, before she plunges downwards, mashing her lips against my own, kissing me ferociously. She is clearly trying to get her own back and succeeds in having her way with my mouth, sticking her tongue down my throat and humming into it, causing both of us to shudder against one another.
Eventually, she breaks away and starts trailing light kisses down my neck and I close my eyes, mewling at the touch of her lips on my skin, my body tensing up, knowing what is to come. My back sinks deeper into the mattress and my head rests on York's pillow as she clamps down with her fangs on my throat.
I can't help but let a small yelp out of my mouth at the pain. Even though I knew it was coming… every damn time it hurt. She begins sucking almost immediately and the familiar bliss descends. She doesn't drink for long, pulling away with a gasp.
Before she has the chance to wipe her mouth, I take her in another kiss, cleaning the blood off her myself with my tongue. Her eyes fade back to their soft turquoise as we kiss, and she holds me close tenderly, until we both pull away.
She bends down, running her tongue over the vampiric pinpricks she has left in my neck, cleaning them and the blood around the wound. Finally, she collapses onto the bed, snuggling against me and placing her hand on my chest.
"Sorry… I should have just added your blood to the canteen… tis only morning, but I got enthralled in the moment. Apologies..." She speaks commonly, with such a gentle soft voice. I liked to think she would never speak to anyone else like this… just me.
"It's fine." I speak softly, stroking her hair with my hand gently.
"You always cry out in such pain when I bite… It makes my heart twist with worry and sadness… It doesn't hurt too much… does it?"
I shake my head. "It's fine, really. It hurts a bit, but it's worth it, trust me."
She snuggles closer, placing a soft kiss on my neck. "I… would not like to think I am hurting you unnecessarily… I do try to be gentle…" She trails kisses upwards, taking my ear between her fangs and nibbling, just as I had done to her many times.
I let out a guttural moan at the sensation, her tongue brushing my inner ear, the lewd wet sound only adding to the experience.
"Hehe… I'm not the only one with sensitive ears. I will take note of this." She bites down harder, before pulling away with a sigh.
"I must get changed. I have a patrol shortly. And I believe thou should be working. I appreciate the time we have spent together, but tis not an excuse for idleness."
"I know… I know… but… can we just stay here… for a little while longer?" I beg her needly, it was so nice… just cuddling with her.
She grins. "Very well. I suppose my company is good for thy soul… as is thy's for mine own."
"Say... Commander, once you finish thy work for today… come by the dock. Thou knoweth where I am moored, yes?"
I nod, confused as to what prompted this, but happy enough to go along with it. "A date?" I ask curiously.
She smiles. "Perhaps." York settles back down next to me, and I savour the sound of her heartbeat, her breathing so close. My chest was filled with love and feelings for the woman lying next to me, and I couldn't wait to see more of her.
Souryuu gives me a look of disapproval upon my return and quickly speaks up in a sour tone. "Her lipstick is on your neck."
I blush deeply, squirming with embarrassment, pulling out a napkin from my jacket pocket and dabbing at where York had kissed and nibbled on my neck. Indeed, the napkin is quickly covered in bright red lipstick. I rub my skin some more, making sure I got all of it, as the bunny girl watches me with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Afterwards, I continue to work diligently, quickening my pace with a fervour, wanting to finish on time for my surprise date with York.
The clock strikes 8:00 and I wearily finish up the last form with a sigh. Souryuu takes it from me with a pitying smile, placing it in the correct folder.
"Apologies for driving you so hard Commander. But you understand why I do so, yes? This port is only as efficient as you are."
I laugh lightly. "I know, it's appreciated really. I know you're only trying to help, thanks. I should… get going."
I quickly open the bottom draw of my desk, grabbing the gift-wrapped present I had placed in there before heading for the door.
The bunny girl smiles, exiting the office alongside me and heading for the Sakura dorms with a respectful bow. I myself, however, head in the opposite direction, down to the dock.
It's a warm night, the stars shining above, the path lit by streetlights. The call of seagulls echoing in the sky. A smile slips onto my face as I walk, I observe the beauty around me. Why couldn't life always be like this? Calm and beautiful, idyllic. Alas, the Sirens were sure to make a move at some point, as is the nature of war.
I reach the dock, and a low radiating light draws me to a specific ship. I walk towards the massive hull, walking onto the deck as my hand glides over a hand railing, admiring the craftsmanship. Of course... even her actual ship was stunning. The ship itself was in essence, her rigging. Simply summoned as her true to life ship.
I hear a light giggle from ahead and look up to find York watching me amused. "Touching me up already? How vulgar."
I laugh in return. "You can feel it, can't you?" I run my hand along the railing again, brushing it lightly with my fingertips and immediately York shudders slightly, an expression of pleasure flashing onto her face before she shakes it off.
"Yes. To a degree. I can feel thy touch on my hull… thy presence on my deck. Tis impossible to describe. It's not physical exactly, I feel it inside my soul. I suppose that saying would be the most apt, feeling one walk over thy grave. But in a more pleasant manner."
I walk over and hug her tight, giving her a kiss as she sinks into my arms. "How was your patrol?"
"Hark. Not right here. Come." She pulls away and I can't help but feel disheartened at the broken embrace, the loss of her warmth. Nonetheless, she beckons for me to follow. York leads me to her prow, where the low light was originating from.
It turns out, she had a small table set out, for the two of us, lit by many candles strewn across her deck. There were 2 empty wine glasses and a bottle of red on the table, along with a vase of flowers. All set out in front of her huge frontmost quadruple barrelled turret. Upon seeing all this, my heart flutters and twists with appreciation for the battleship who stands next to me.
"You did this?"
She smiles, her fangs reflecting the low light. "Why yes. We have had nary a chance for another romantic evening, so I wished to correct this. Unfortunately, at this short notice, this was the best I could devise, apologies."
I grab her by the shoulders and give her a peck on the lips as her turquoise eyes stare into my own. "It's great. Just the two of us… the open air, the candles. It's… really romantic. Thanks."
I'm delighted to see a flash of heat rush up her neck, and even her pointed ears grow red at my praise. Man… she truly did look adorably cute when she was like that.
"I'm pleased thou appreciates my efforts. I did so desire another evening with thee, one free of our duty to one another, our pact, my feeding. Just…for us, to be together." She smiles and beckons over to the table.
I pull her chair out for her with a flourish and she gives me an approving look. "Good to see thou is just as gentlemanly as before. A woman doth appreciate such manners."
"Of course, milady." I put on my best high-class British accent yet again and she giggles in delight.
I sit down opposite and smile. "I… really love your laugh," I admit, my cheeks heating up. It's true, her laughs were music to my ears, enrapturing sweetness on the air that lightened my chest and I wanted nothing more than to hear it again and again. Because it meant… she was happy.
She smiles bashfully, her hand automatically playing with the earrings on her pointy, vaguely elven ear. "Really…?"
"Yea… it's beautiful… I really love it." I put as much sincerity in my voice as possible, emphasising I'm telling the truth.
Her eyes widen slightly, her turquoise eyes boring into me as she considers something known only to her, before her hand returns from her ear and onto the table.
"And… what about me? Are you my Adonis? Do you love… me?" Her eyes fill with emotion as she implores me to answer, her hands fidgeting on the table.
"I…um…." Is all I can manage to splutter out, my mind spinning. Love? Did I love her? I…
Immediately York waves her hands and speaks rapidly, her ears burning. "Oh, I'm sorry. Twas was too much… too early… my apologies Commander. I did tell thee about my inexperience with these matters… it's just that… I… well…"
"I love you." I cut her off mid-sentence as she blunders around, searching for her words.
She second the words leave my mouth, I gain more confidence, as she regards me with surprise, eyebrows raised her mouth agape. "I love you, York." I speak it again clearly, forcefully into the night air.
"You… love me? You… are my Adonis? I…" Her whole-body language switches, from blushing and surprised, to clear, glowing happiness. Her eyes water slightly, but she wipes the happy tears away with her sleeve.
"My… Adonis. Truly, I doth love thou equally in return, thou knoweth this, yes? My heart… my soul, belong to my Commander. I hath been hopelessly infatuated with thee since we met, one fateful eve. Will thou give me thy soul, thy heart, thine everything?"
I take her hand on the table, and I'm surprised to find her shaking slightly. I raise it to my lips and kiss the back of her hand. "Of course."
Her shaking nervousness subsides and she laughs, that sweet, beautiful laugh and hums in happiness. "My eternal gratitude, my Adonis. Let me pour us some delightful wine for this occasion." She promptly uncorks the expensive bottle of red and pours both me and her a glass.
I take a sip, appreciating the drink before speaking. "So… York. What does Adonis mean, exactly? Why is it so special that I'm your Adonis?" I feel stupid for asking, and when she cocks her head at me quizzically, my stomach churns nervously.
"Thou… doth not know?" She pauses, then laughs at me her eyes brimming with tears of mirth. "All this time. Thou did not understand what mine own words were referring to?" I shake my head as she wipes her eyes.
Her gaze switches from mirth to an intense adoration as her tone becomes emotional, serious. "Adonis was Aphrodite's mortal lover. She cared so very deeply about him, and he her. He was regarded as most handsome. Of course… the fact that I am clearly the incarnation of Aphrodite in the flesh brings more meaning to my nickname, doth not one think?"
I smile, untangling her words in my head. She was calling me handsome, and recognising me as her lover… it was her way of saying that… I was the one she was close with, that she was bonded with.
"I would love to be your Adonis."
She chuckles. "I'm not sure thou would say such things if thou had knowledge of his fate. But worry not. I would never allow anything to happen to my Adonis. Never. I would be thy Perseus, and thou my Andromeda… a fitting tale, given our circumstances."
I don't really know what she's on about, but smile nonetheless, happy that she is quite clearly happy herself, her whole face aglow with pride. We both drink some more. I ask about her patrol, she asks how my day was, all fairly mundane stuff.
All of a sudden, I remember the wrapped gift that I had been holding onto this whole time. I had been so distracted by York… by her confession of love, that it had slipped my mind.
I hand it over to her with a smile. "This is for you."
She takes it curiously and I continue. "It occurred to me that I never really got you a proper gift for being my secretary. I mean… the theatre tickets were kind of for my own benefit too… so…"
Her gaze hardens but I anticipate what she's going to say and speak forcefully. "I won't take no for an answer. You deserve it. You were a great secretary; forget whatever guilt you feel for feeding on me. And if you can't, then think of it as a gift, from your Adonis, if that helps."
York mulls this over for a second, then gives a hesitant smile. "My thanks." She opens the gift carefully, meticulously unwrapping it until the weighty book reveals itself.
As she beholds the cover her mouth opens slightly in surprise, and she gasps as she opens the page to find the signature on the inside cover. I chuckle at her reaction, feeling oddly happy with myself.
"Salem's Lot, 1st edition, signed. I know you already have it… but I thought a signed copy would be nice for you. I hope it's ok? Although I have to say… it's an odd book for you to like, considering the contents."
York clutches the book close to her chest with a happy expression on her beautiful face. "I adore it. Oh, my Adonis. Truly… thank you. As for its contents… As I've said before, I like the idea of monsters, vampires being defeated. It…"
She gazes at me with love. "…gives me hope. That the thing inside me… the hunger. It can be fought, defeated, either by myself or others."
"Well… I'm glad you like it. And… you are strong York, really strong, if anyone could fight a monster, it would be you." I smile at her, enjoying the response from my vampiric lover.
She moves the conversation along quickly, we talk about the Sirens, the various ships about the base, then finally, her own sisters.
"George will not stop badgering me about us, tis incessant and irksome. Such an annoying one." She pulls a face and sips some more wine.
"Do you not get on with George?"
York considers this question and hums to herself, before replying. "I cannot quite say. She certainly irks me the most out of my siblings. Such charisma she holds over others, it begets her confidence, her folly. I am confidant, but I am not arrogant. Something George always seems to forget."
She tilts her head slightly as a thin smile slips slowly onto her lips. "But… she is still my sibling. I know they love me… but they also distrust me, even if on the surface they smile and bode me well."
"How can you be so sure? Wales and Howe always seem to be perfectly pleasant? They all do."
York's smile morphs into one of sadness. "They simply hide it well. Perhaps even from themselves. I know I can be… different at times. My nature is something the girls of the port struggle with, tis no different for my sisters. I even heard them call me a snake once… I did not find the comparison flattering."
"I'm really sorry to hear that," I say, running my hand over her own comfortingly.
"Tis fine. They apologised promptly, and truthfully. We are close sisters, to a point. They do truly love me, tis simply just difficult for them to trust me completely and explicitly. I do not hold it against them... they do try their best... but I fear I may never truly fit in with mine own brethren, even Monarch has become closer to them than me…"
She shakes the sad aura from herself. "Regardless, I hath the love of my Adonis, which is more than I could ever wish for. Truly, all those siblings of mine shalt be brimming with envy!"
Suddenly though, she stands up, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Can I tempt thee with a dance, my Adonis?"
"Of course, my lady~" I say with a grin and gusto, trying my best to cheer up York. She walks over to a record player placed to the side, and seconds later, soft classical music is flowing through the air, she turns and regards me, her eyes running the length of my body.
A fang slowly peaks out from her lips as they curl in a smile, her saliva causing it to glisten in the candlelight. "My Adonis… thou art a beautiful thing. Tis my honour to dance with thee, and thou art blessed to dance with me, such beauty and grace.
"I agree completely. You are stunning, my lady." She wastes no time, attaching herself to me as our bodies move to the rhythm. Unlike the first time we danced, I'm relaxed, and I can focus immediately on my movements, my pace.
Her body pressed against mine… her heartbeat through her chest, hammering away. Her touch and her scent, all of it was still distracting, but I wasn't nervous exactly, just finding it hard to not immediately stick my tongue down her throat… across her body… down her cleavage…
I can feel my manhood stiffen as my mind drifts, focussing on the beautiful vampiress clinging to my body as we twirl around her deck slowly. She presses closer and whispers in my ear.
"I can smell it. Thy arousal. Such lusty, sinful thoughts…" She giggles and settles her head on my shoulder as we continue to dance. I try my best to get rid of my boner, and eventually, we settle into a relaxing rhythm, York still nestled in the crook of my shoulder as she hums along with the music.
We continue dancing for some time and night grows darker, the stars shining brightly in the sky as the air begins to grow colder. Eventually, the music stops, and we slowly spin to the end, but do not release one another. York stays firmly attached, her breathing slow and steady as her chest presses into my own.
I bring my hand up from her side and take the very same soft pink hair I had dried this morning in my hands, slowly stroking the length of it as I murmur to her. "You need to feed?"
I was all too aware of how late it was; she should definitely feed soon. She raises her head from my shoulder reluctantly and nods. "Yes Commander. If that is quite alright. But not here."
"Ok, yours then?"
She shakes her head, and a faint blush settles on her cheeks. "Thou quarters, if that is acceptable?"
I can't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise at this odd change in setting. No ships were allowed in my personal quarters, technically speaking. But with York… I certainly didn't mind; it was more a question of what spurred this decision.
I quickly hide my surprise and nod. "Of course, that's fine. You're always welcome." While I say that, my mind goes wild with the implications. Why mine, not hers? Is it because hers offered little privacy? But… she'd fed many times before there? Did that mean…? I try to stop my beating heart and lustful thoughts. Man… she spun my mind into complete confusion all the time.
She gives a smile, pure and warm, but I can see something in her eyes, a flash of an emotion I can't quite place. Nervousness? Fear? Anticipation? York turns the music off and slowly puts out all the candles scattered around the deck.
Finally, after longer than expected, she returns to my side. It occurs to me that this must have taken quite some setting up, and I give my thanks once again.
"Twas worth it, for my Adonis, Commander. Such work is nary a concern for ones beloved." She leads me by the hand, and we head straight for my quarters at a brisk walk. Luckily, we don't see many ships along the way. Edinburgh smiles sweetly as we pass, and Bremerton gives a friendly wave, but none of the more… problematic ones.
We reach the door, and I pull out the key, unlocking it quickly and allowing York to step inside, before following her and closing the door behind. Her gaze sweeps the room, her turquoise eyes shining in the darkness until I turn the lights on.
"Hmm. I like it. Well decorated. Of course, my Adonis would have impeccable taste." She chuckles. My heart flutters at the compliment.
It felt… odd. Her being here, in my most private place. Is this what she felt like when I was in her room?
As my thoughts wander, I'm taken by surprise when York suddenly kisses me violently, passionately. She presses me into the door with her body, moaning into the kiss as her hands caress my body. Her fingers pull at my shirt lightly, before running downwards.
Her fangs snag on my lip and I mewl at the sensation, the slight blood intermingling with our wrestling tongues as I writhe against the dominant vampire. Her hand continues it's journey southwards until I'm taken by complete surprise, when she sticks her hand straight down my pants, cupping my growing erection through my underwear.
I immediately gasp into her kiss in surprise and York gives a muted giggle at my reaction. She's barely touching it, but my heart is racing, my erection already straining against the material as her palm brushes with the lightest touch, the slightest bit of my own arousal moistening the fabric already.
"My Adonis… such excitement… such lust… so… naughty~" She speaks between passionate sloppy kisses before properly pulling away, her hand slowly retreating to her own body.
Even though she was so passionate and dominant mere moments before, a splash of reddening embarrassment is clear on her cheeks and ears. But… perhaps it wasn't embarrassment? Perhaps it was she was flush with need… with lust?
Still, she speaks with sophistication and a refined aura. "My Adonis. Doth thou wish to sink into the night with me? Sink into the darkness of lust? The eternal throes of passion betwixt us? Defile my purity, such as the sinful serpent did the garden of Eden? Answer me now. I must know."
With York's odd way of speaking, it takes me a second to decipher what exactly she meant. As soon as I realise, however, my chest beats with excitement, the sexual fantasies I had been having about the beautiful vampiress given the possibility to come to life.
Yet, I stop myself from immediately leaping at her, and instead, I put on my most serious expression and voice, knowing full well what this meant. "Are you sure?"
She lowers her eyes as her flushed bosom loses its lust fuelled tint. She speaks dejectedly, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear. "I gathered it was a social convention to bed one another after three rendezvous? Doth thou hath no wish to partake in me? Devour me? Is my form not to thy liking? Is thy bed already sated by another?"
I quickly shake my head and reassure her. "No, no. Absolutely not, York. Trust me… I really, really want to… do it, with you. There's no one else… But it's something you need to be sure of, we need to be sure of. Also... haven't we had two dates?"
"The theatre, the restaurant, tonight's dance." She gives a precious smile as she lists the moments we had shared together, even if she was clearly stretching the definition of three dates.
I gulp nervously but manage to summon the courage to speak as my heart continues to hammer against my ribcage in anticipation. "I gather you haven't done this before?"
She nods her head, pink hair flowing down her shoulders. "No… I retain my purity. I had no wish to give it away… I always hoped 'twould be thou performing such an intimate act." She looks up at me with a faint smile. She is clearly nervous, a faint shudder in her legs and her quick breathing attest to that.
"But I am not as traditional or courtly as Hood. I do not wish for us to be bound in wedlock before we sink into a night of lustful, vulgar passion… but hast thou ever…?"
I shake my head, telling the truth. "I've… come close, a few times. But it always with clothes on… I've never gone that far. So… you're not the only one that's nervous."
The blush on her the tips of her pointy ears deepens and she responds forcefully, her fangs gritted in annoyance as she barks at me. "I am not nervous! Thou rescind that statement immediately! I am perfectly confident!"
"Woah… easy…" I wave my hands in a placating manner. "It's ok… it's ok to be nervous. I am too. Don't be like that York…"
She grumbles as the blush returns, although she quickly forces it down. She speaks with a slight quake in her voice, such an odd sound for her. "So… how do we…?"
I take her by surprise, embracing her tightly with my arms and kissing her forcefully, just as she had done to me previously.
She closes her sweet turquoise eyes in bliss and groans receptively onto my tongue. I break the kiss quickly and resist the urge to start tearing at her clothing right there and then. I try to straighten my lust fuelled thoughts, thinking logically.
"I… err, need to grab some… um… condoms first." I knew full well that a kansen had, for all intents and purposes, a normal human body, with the attached functions. So, therefore, I would obviously need protection.
However, the second I turn and step towards the en-suite bathroom to get a pack, York steps in front of me haughtily, her eyebrows raised as she eyes me incredulously.
"Thou wishes to make sweet love to me, defile my first time, my purity, with some banal thing betwixt us? To sully our first union with such an artificial construct? Such trivial concern!"
"But York! I can't… not without?" I begin to protest, I might not have done this before, but I sure as hell knew enough that not using protection wasn't smart.
York looks at the ground and plays with an earring idly, a look of embarrassment overcoming her, as much as she might try to hide it. "Tis fine. I have pills. Wales gave me them, along with some advice."
"You asked Wales for advice? On sex?"
She glares at me. "Dost thou hath to be so vulgar? At least call it making love, or a lustful union." She clicks her tongue in annoyance before continuing.
"But… yes. I had no wish to disappoint. So, I had my more experienced sibling give me some advice. Some of it was useful… some was simply rather lewd. Such debauchery rooted in her mind… although it was intriguing, one admits."
I grin in excitement, already imagining all the things Wales had instructed her on. "What exactly did she tell you?"
A confidant smile settles on her face, her aura of oozing confidence and sexuality returning once more, however briefly. "I find showing, is better than telling, my Adonis…"
-XXX START-
That demeanour of hers, that look she has her in her shining eyes. I can't stop myself anymore. I embrace her tightly, running my hands over her clothed body as we grind against one another, our lips mashed against their counterpart as our tongues wrestle, saliva mixing between us as we moan.
My right hand gravitates to her right breast, gripping it softly, moulding the supple flesh and she gasps in response. I continue to massage the mound, trying my best to get more of a reaction from my vampiric lover. Twisting and twirling the plump flesh, my fingers running over her hard nipples which I can feel even through the lacy bra.
My other hand struggles with the clasps on her shoulders that attach her cape, but I eventually manage to undo them, allowing the cape to fall unceremoniously at our feet as we trample it. If York cares, she doesn't show it, instead pushing me back into the bedroom wall and running her hands down my uniform, trying her best with the buttons on my top in a rushed, breathless pace.
"My Adonis… Mine… Thou art my love… not Wales's, not George's, Mine." She mutters into the kiss, her eyes glued to mine, full of hunger and lust, almost primal. To have her, such a high-class noblewoman, her accent normally so refined and thoughtful, to speak in such a tone, look at me like this.
It turns me on far more than I care to admit. My manhood is already straining in my trousers at even the thought of seeing York naked, never mind doing anything to her.
She continues with my buttons, struggling to get even a single one undone as her hands shake with both nervousness and anticipation. I gently take her hand away and smile at her confused expression.
"Deep breaths… let's go slow… it'll take us the whole night to get undressed at this rate," I speak comfortingly, slowly to her. Lightening my tone with a chuckle at the end.
She blushes lightly and takes a deep breath, lowering her hand to her sides and allowing me to run my hand up her body, brushing it lightly as her chest flexes in and out with her breathing, which she is desperately trying to keep under control.
I'm not doing much better. My hands are shaking too, and it's taking all my self-control to not just rip at her clothing, tearing it off with wild abandon. I focus, steadying my hand as I try to undo the clasp on her collar as we both shake with anticipation against one another. Eventually, I manage to free it and dive my lips down to the newly freed skin as I open the top half of her jacket, her bra-clad breasts on full display.
I nibble and suck at her neck, leaving gentle marks along her skin as I descend downwards, down her cleavage, a trail of saliva left in my wake. York lets out cute little moans of appreciation from above, a sign that I'm doing a good job, and it only makes me want to undress her more, to have her moan louder and louder…
My hands run to the buttons on the lower half of her jacket, making quick work of them and pulling the article of clothing gently off her shoulders. She smiles as I do so, kissing me gently, lightly on the lips.
She herself reaches behind her, and slowly, teasingly, undoes the clasp for her black lace bra. "Doth thou wish to admire my breasts? Their curves? Their form? Their beauty?"
I nod eagerly and she chuckles with a light pink blush, pulling the garment aside, and chucking it to the floor. Her breasts jiggle at the sudden release, gravity taking hold. Her beautiful bright pink nipples stand to attention in the middle of the bouncy flesh, drawing the eye.
I can't help but let some breath out of my lungs, a needy groan accompanying it as my eyes run over York's chest. A chest that I had wished to see unsheathed for so long, to touch them, to see them bounce as we make sweet, passionate love.
"Thy turn is upon us." She smiles sweetly, before trying once again with the many buttons on my uniform. Her hands are steadier now, she's still struggling to stay calm, that much is clear, but she does manage to eventually get all the buttons undone, and I shrug it from my shoulders, allowing my naked chest to be seen.
I suddenly feel oddly embarrassed. I mean… York's breasts were on full display, why would I be self-conscious? But nonetheless, I squirm with embarrassment, a blush rushing up my neck. The way her eyes glide over my bare form, her eyes lighting up when she looks at my nipples, sends shivers down my spine. I didn't really consider myself handsome, at least, not in the traditional sense. I was not out of shape exactly, but I was hardly a peak physical specimen.
"Easy there. My Adonis. Doth not be nervous. Thou art beautiful. A sculpture, a work of art. Do not tremble with shame, stand tall with pride. I love thou, as thou loves me." Her words reassure me, and I give a grateful smile, my nerves at my looks subsiding somewhat.
She runs a hand up my chest, her touch sending sparks through my core, her fingers running through the faint tuffs of chest hair. I feel her touch on each and every one, her nails scraping my skin softly as my heart beats faster. She moves closer, then suddenly bends down and runs her tongue around my left nipple, and I gasp at the odd sensation. Her tongue is warm, as is her saliva, but it doesn't take long for it to become oddly cool in contrast. My nipple stiffens in arousal at the feeling and I buck slightly as a husky moan slips between my lips.
York pulls back with a light laugh at my reaction, a quickly proceeds to pull her skirt straight down her legs, stepping out of them so she is clad in nothing but her panties, pantyhose and shoes. She quickly deals with the latter, kicking them off.
Upon seeing the last garments protecting her most private place, I crouch in front of her as she looks down at me curiously. "Commander?"
I run my hands up and down her legs, feeling the light material until I bury my head in her crotch. Her arousal is already quite clear. The fabric has absorbed it well, but there are slight beading droplets of the clear liquid falling to the floor from her crotch.
I stick my tongue out slowly, gently running it over the area, relishing the musky taste and the shudder that runs through York's body from her toes straight up her spine. My hands pull at the pantyhose from the top, being careful not to rip it as I pull it down her leg.
I discard it quickly and focus on her black lacy panties. You can smell the arousal coming off her now, thick in the air, her panties drenched with her love juices, practically flooding the floor as she rubs her thighs together in anticipation.
She looks down at me, tucking a loose strand of her beautiful pristine pink hair behind a pointy ear and smiles. "Use… thy teeth…" She orders me with a mischievous glint in her eye, although it is hidden by her faint blush rather well.
I smile in return and nod. "Of course, my lady." I put on that high-class accent that always got a laugh out of her, and I'm so pleased to hear it slip out of her mouth in response. I run my mouth slowly up her thigh, kissing the lusciously soft skin gently, brushing her trembling body with my lips.
I have trouble gripping the waistband of the underwear between my teeth, to begin with, but finally manage. My cock is straining so hard against my own underwear by now, my actions arousing me to the point that it's hard to think straight.
Nonetheless, I pull the panty down her legs with my teeth, relishing the feel of the intimate object in my mouth. Eventually, it reaches the point where the friction is minimal, and I can simply drop it straight down her legs to the floor.
She gently kicks them aside and looks down at me blushing as I admire her nude body, her dripping wet pussy on full display in front of my face. There's light tufts of pubic hair, the same bright pink as her hair above her weeping slit.
"Your utterly beautiful York."
"Thou speaks the obvious truth. But… tis nice to be complimented, thank you." She speaks with a confidant smile, but I can see the trembling nervousness in her body, in her eyes.
I run my hand back up her thighs slowly, brushing the skin with my nails causing her to mewl and shudder in response. My fingers continue their journey and reach her wet slit, shining with juices and I slowly rub a single finger over it teasingly, causing her to gasp.
"Ohhh, Commander…" Her hips react instinctively trying to push my finger deeper inside. I oblige, to a degree, running the finger between her womanly folds and entering her with the tip. The first thing that surprises me is her warmth. It's so hot inside her vagina, it almost feels too hot. Then there's the tightness, even with a single finger, her walls pulse and constrict around it as I run my finger deeper inside.
"Aahhh… Adonis… you are touching my…" She mutters, her eyes already half-lidded as I slowly insert my finger, then pull it gently out again, repeating the motion.
"Is this… ok?" I ask, not entirely sure if the pace, or position is ok for my lover. She manages to nod and smile. The slickness of her vagina means that I can easily speed up my movements and add a second finger into her privates.
The sound of me fingering her body reverberates around the quiet room, only that her light moans and my nervous breathing can be heard. I start to focus, pistoning harder and faster with my wrist causing York to writhe above me. I can feel her tightening around my knuckles in tandem and it's not long before she mumbles.
"Stop... Please stop." I immediately listen, stopping my movements and pull my hand down, covered in York's juices as it drips down my wrist. I lewdly suckle it up, enjoying the tangy taste.
"I want us… to finish together, for the first time…" She smiles once again, before she practically picks me up, using her kansen strength, and shoves me against the wall once again, fiddling with my belt.
It doesn't take her long to get rid of it, and she hungrily descends on my underwear, pulling them down and off my body without any flourish. My erection springs free, finally released from it's confines, and I feel my cheeks burn as her bright turquoise eyes bore into it intensely.
"My my… thy serpent is… angry." Her fingers brush my head teasingly and I whine with need. "Let us take this… somewhere more appropriate." She takes me by the hand over to my bed, before taking me in a passionate kiss, our nude bodies grinding against one another, my cock pressed against her stomach.
She gently pulls back, almost reluctantly. She slowly clambers onto the bed and turns to face me, her hands running down her body as she spreads her legs invitingly.
"Come… let us become one." She stares at me full of wanting and love. With my heart rapidly beating, I position myself in front of her pussy. My dick wavering as I aim it at her.
"York… are you sure?" I ask softly. She's trembling, her whole body alight with fire and anticipation, but I need to know she wants it as much as me, I need to be sure.
She nods, her pink hair falling onto my pillow and around her own head. "Take it. My purity. Take me. My Adonis. I have waited… so long…" I slowly brush the tip against her folds. She squirms and gasps, and I gently ease myself in, letting out a loud moan at the sensation of finally entering her.
All the previous observations I made are true but increased tenfold in sensitivity from my cock, the searing heat, the vice-like grip of York's insides. I slowly, ever so slowly, inch the rest of my head in, fighting the overwhelming urge to just hammer the rest of my length inside, feeling her squeeze my whole shaft, be engulfed by that pleasure.
I resist it, fighting it every second because I know that would hurt her. And that is the last thing I want. Her eyes are squeezed tight and I stop pushing. "York… how is it, you ok?" I take one of her hands in my own and rub it reassuringly.
"I… yes. Tis fine. Keep going…" I dutifully keep pushing, the slickness of her walls lubricating my shaft making it comfortable. But it doesn't take long before my tip hits something and my heartbeat fills my ears, nerves getting the better of me, knowing what it was.
"York… I'm going to have to push a bit harder, ok?" She nods and bites her lip, her fangs digging into her bottom lip. I prepare myself, and push through quickly, breaking her hymen as gently but quickly as possible.
Immediately her eyes tear up and she cries out in pain, her back arching as her hands clench into fists, scrunching up the bedsheets in her grip. My chest tightens at the sound, and I stop dead in my tracks. Blood trickles out of her vagina slowly, coating my length and dripping onto the sheets. I feel awful, and start to pull out of York to make sure she's ok.
"No! Keep going. Tis ok." She calls out quickly, an underlying pain in her voice.
"York… your hurt? I…" I protest, worried for her.
"Wales… said that… it might… hurt… a bit. It will be fine. I want you. Deeper." She implores me and I hesitate, looking up and down her body. I sigh reluctantly and nod as I gently slide myself back in, going past the point of her hymen, easing it further as her vaginal walls hold onto my cock tightly, already trying to milk me.
She felt amazing, I was surprised I hadn't finished already, but I wanted her to feel good too, so I needed to hold out till then, that's what was driving me. I eventually bottom her out and she sighs. I lean forwards and kiss her. "It's all in. You did amazing." I whisper into her ear, giving it a quick nibble for effect, trying to make her feel a bit better.
"Aaahh, Good. Now fuck me!" She gives a slight grin, with her cheeks red, as she wiggles her hips slightly. She seems to have quickly recovered, but I want to check.
"Are you sure? We can just stay like this for a while, till you get used to it… I don't want to rush it… hurt you."
She rolls her eyes and her trademark confidant fanged grin makes a return. "Truly, does anything ever get done around this base with thine indecisiveness? Fuck. Me."
Hearing her speak with such vulgar words sends shudders down my spine, straight into my already solid, throbbing cock. And my hips involuntarily thrust back and forth slightly causing the vampiress to gasp.
"If you're sure, you feel great York, but… does it feel good, for you yet?"
She gives a sad smile and shakes her head. "The pain has subsided, tis merely sore now… but tis not pleasurable, yet. But if you keep moving… I'm sure my Adonis can have me screaming out his name in ecstasy soon enough."
I feel a bit disheartened at this news. She really did feel amazing, but if she wasn't feeling good, then this was only one-sided pleasure. I wanted, I needed her to feel good too. Otherwise, what was the point?
She gives a nervous smile, which doesn't really match her confidant challenge, but nonetheless, I start to pull my cock back out of her pussy, her walls rippling against it as I do so, until I thrust forwards again, repeating the motion.
I start slow, my heart aching for York as she clearly winces when I thrust. But slowly, as I pick up the pace, I notice a change in her expression. She begins to wince less, eventually stopping altogether until eventually, cute little moans slip between her fangs on each thrust of my cock.
"Feeling better?" I manage to eke out between thrusts, most of my focus on tempo and the deep pleasure wrapped around my manhood, the pulsing heat that massages me with every thrust towards York's womb.
She seems to struggle with her words too but gives me a loving smile with a nod. "Yes. I can feel you... The tip spearing me, the shaft running in and out of me… tis… indescribable. Keep going."
I continue at the same pace, still taking it slow. The sound of our mating the only thing to be heard. Perhaps I should have put some music on? Would that have been more romantic? I shake the inconsequential thoughts from my head. I was with her now. We were one, that's what mattered.
I can feel precum mixing inside York, spilling out of her folds onto the bedsheets, although I couldn't care less about the mess. As it is, we're both starting to bead with sweat, marking the sheets.
York suddenly speaks up, a bright blush on her cheeks. "Can you… go faster? Harder?" I realise the blush is because she's embarrassed to ask for such a lewd thing and I chuckle inside. Outwardly, I bend down and kiss her neck awkwardly as I thrust, moving up to her lips before pulling away.
"If you're sure?"
If York had the bodily control to roll her eyes, I'm sure she would have, instead of merely writing on a particularly deep thrust. "Is it going to be like this… everytime… we make love? … tis like an interrogation..."
I cease my movements for a second, throbbing with the desire to resume almost immediately. York mewls in disappointment and looks up at me quizzically. "Sorry… I just… care for you, I want to make sure you're ok. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you…"
She smiles sweetly. "I know, sorry, I was being petulant. Tis incredibly gallant of you. Caring for your partner in such acts is key, but please… go harder, faster. I want to feel you… as deep as you can go. The pain has almost completely gone. Trust me."
I try to let go of the deep-seated worry I have for the woman I love, the one I'm currently ploughing into my bed and give her yet another loving kiss, resuming my thrusts, starting slow but increasing my pace quickly until I'm hammering into her with a ferocity that has previously been unmatched. She moans loudly on each thrust, my tip almost hitting her womb, my balls slapping against her ass like a drum, the whole situation incredibly lewd... yet also... right somehow. It's not just the fact that I'm fucking someone... but it's York... the beautiful, refined noblewoman, the stern vampiress with such a soft caring side, alongside her coy confidence. That is what made it special.
"FUCK! Yes! Ohhh! My Adonis! That's it!" She seems to have let go of her earlier embarrassment and is loudly moaning for me, her voice so loud, that I wouldn't be surprised if others outside could hear. Not that I cared by this point.
Her breasts bounce back forth enticingly on her chest, the force of each thrust sending the careening up her body before they settle back down into their natural position. The air is thick with the smell of us both, the arousal, the sex, hangs in the air.
I can feel her reaching the edge, it's clear in how her body reacts to my cock, how her walls twist and contract on my dick as it hammers back and forth into her sloppy cunt, and I increase my pace just that little bit more to get me over the edge.
"York! I… I'm gonna…" I go to warn her but end up just bending down on my deepest thrust yet, claiming her lips with my own as we sloppily make out, panting against one another as we both orgasm, our crotches throbbing against one another.
She writhes beneath me and moans onto my tongue as I feel ropes of my seed claim her womb. I close my eyes as the pleasure courses through me, until eventually, I manage to pull out and collapse next to the vampiress.
She gazes at me with half-lidded eyes and cuddles closer, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then she simply rests on my shoulder as she regains her breath. I'm in no better state, my chest rapidly beating away, my heartbeat still clear in my head.
We stay like that for a while, until our breathing has normalised, and eventually, York speaks up. "That… was amazing, my Adonis. Truly. Such carnal pleasure… I have never experienced before…"
I give her a kiss on the nose. "I'm glad you liked it. You get over your nerves? I sure did."
She baulks and grins, posturing. "Twas not nervous!"
I give her a pointed look. "And all the shaking? The scared look in your eyes?"
"I was cold! I…" She sighs, quickly giving up the pretence with an embarrassed smile. "Fine. I might have been, a tad, nervous. But… you treated me well. Even if your questions were... irksome at times, I understand why you asked them. My thanks."
I'm about to speak up, but she interrupts me. "Now… I do need to feed still… but I have an idea. Ready for another round, my love? This time… I want to be in charge…"
At just the thought of spearing York again, my penis twitches and throbs. But not quite enough to be fully hard. York looks at my attempts and speaks soothingly, her high-class speech back. "Fret not, my Adonis. I shall wrestle with thy serpent and have it ready for all the strenuous challenges that await. It shalt be hissing with lust and need by the time I have finished!"
She moves down the bed, until she's kneeling at my feet. "Doth not move an inch." She demands with a sly smile, and I obediently make myself comfy on the pillow behind me. She seems more like her usual self once again, perhaps after her first time, she has regained some confidence, her nervousness dissipated?
She grasps my cock between her delicate fingers and immediately starts stroking sensually, her eyes boring into mine the whole time. Her touch is so gentle, cupping my balls with one hand, and ever so slowly running her palm up and down my shaft.
It doesn't take me long to reach full mast, but just as I think she's going to ride me, she tucks her glossy pink hair behind her shoulder, gives me a sly wink and kisses the tip of my throbbing dick, puckering her lips as she watches me intently, her eyes unblinking.
I moan at the sensation, at it takes all my self-control to stop my hips bucking upwards towards her lips. She giggles enjoying my dilemma. "My my… remember what I said. No moving."
"York you don't need to put it in your mouth if you don't want to…"
She doesn't even bother to respond, instead giving me a pointed look, which clearly showed she wanted to. She kisses the tip teasingly again, some precum smearing on her beautiful lips before she takes me into her mouth slowly. Her mouth feels... amazing, almost as good as her pussy. It's not as tight, but the warmth, the wetness, her lips tightening around my shaft, all feel heavenly, I groan in pleasure, unable to stop myself. She bobs up and down gently, her tongue wrapping and winding around my shaft, poking and prodding at all the sensitive spots, trying to determine the best place to get a reaction out of me.
She promptly finds one, which causes me to moan loudly and approvingly for her. Oddly enough, I can't feel her fangs, she must be carefully keeping them out of the way for me. York increases her pace as she sucks on my dick like it was blood to drink until eventually, she pulls of it with a loud *plop* making sure to lick her lips for effect.
She moves up my body, positioning herself above my cock. "Ready, my Adonis?" I nod and she flashes her fangs at me, before impaling herself straight down onto my cock. Considering this is only the second time, it seemed rather brave, but she takes it in her stride, a moan slipping between her lips as I bottom out inside her pussy, before she pulls herself back up, settling into a rhythm.
She rides me with wild abandon, she reaches a speed she's comfortable with and keeps at it, leaving me to not really do much except enjoy the pleasure, moaning at her name at intervals to encourage her, and reassure her that it feels great.
And damn, does it ever. She's just as tight as before, except now, she's doing all the work. It's an odd feeling, having no input on the pleasure being provided to me. But still, she feels excellent, her pussy milking my cock from above hungrily.
And her expression… she gazes at me with an almost predatory look, her eyes shifting from soft turquoise to hungry crimson. It only serves to excite me further my manhood hardening even further as our joint sexes ramming against one another and we both grind and moan against one another relishing the pleasure our partner was giving us.
York stops for a second, leaning down and mushing her generous chest into my own kissing my neck softly, before she arches her back and slams her ass back down atop my cock, continuing her pace as she nibbles at my neck teasingly.
"Aaahhh York. I… fucking love you… you feel so… fuck!" She giggles into my neck at my lewd rabbling voice.
"Such vulgarity… Such sinful speech. But yes. Love me. As I love thee." Even though most of my senses are focused on York's pussy coating my cock with her juice and warmth, I can still feel her astutely, her teeth on my skin, her tongue flicking out teasingly, tasting me, and it causes me to shudder.
"Now… my Adonis. I'm going to feed… I'm going to bite you… Prepare thyself, this might be… intense…" She warns me and my breath catches in my throat.
As promised, she breaks the skin on my neck with her fangs, gently, and slowly. Her lips clamped around the wound as she sucks. The initial pain mixes with pleasure from my crotch, forming a confusing mess of feelings within me, and I moan loudly.
But then, the pleasure hits. She feeds off my blood, her own body shaking in pleasure as she somehow manages to maintain her pace, fucking me into the mattress, riding me still. My brain just turns to mush. Her body pressing into me, her lips around my neck, her fangs sticking into my throat as her pussy contracts around my cock as she orgasms straight onto me, her pace never wavering.
I cum once again. Straight into her waiting hole, I groan her name, telling her how good she feels, how great it is as I launch my second load of the night straight inside her, pleasure surging through me as I do. She keeps suckling at my neck for at least 20 seconds, then releases me, pulling away with an exhausted sigh and collapsing atop me.
I gently slide her off so she's snuggled next to me in bed, and pull out of her pussy, some of my sticky discharge coming out with it, spreading onto the sheets. She mewls slightly at the sensation of me pulling out, her eyes closed in bliss, and snuggles closer once again.
-XXX END-
It takes a while for us to recover, but eventually, I speak softly as I hold her body, slick with our sweat, close. "Sated? You don't need to drink more?"
She smiles and shakes her head slightly. "No. Twas enough. Though… I almost stopped drinking halfway through when I orgasmed… twas a novel experience."
I raise an eyebrow. "Novel enough that you would want to do it again sometime?" She nods enthusiastically with a glint of lust in her eyes, her lips curled in a smile. I chuckle. I would want her to feed like that all the time from now on, the pleasure was… mind-blowing.
"Thank you… so much, My Adonis. Thy affections, they mean the world to me."
"No need for thanks York… we both… really enjoyed it. You were great…"
My mind wonders and I propose something with a grin. "Hey, if you're going to keep calling my Adonis, why don't have a nickname for you?"
York gives me an odd look and props herself up on her elbows next to me as she looks amused.
"Oh, and pray tell what pet name thou would decree for myself?"
I rack my brains and immediately come up with an unoriginal one off the top of my head. "Yorky?"
She snorts with laughter and shakes her head. "Absolutely not. Sounds too similar to a chocolate confectionery bar."
"What about Dork?" I say with a grin.
York immediately pulls a face. "Tis a common reference to a buffoon or dunce. I think not. I preferred the other if that's as far as thy limited creativity can stretch."
"Whatever you say... Dork." I can't help but tease her with a grin. The fact that she clearly disliked the name only making me enjoy using it more.
She promptly shoots me an annoyed glare and shifts her body away from me in the bed.
"If thou calls me that again, thou can go find a street whore to help thee achieve sexual gratification..."
I can't keep the grin off my face and lean in, kissing her on the nose softly. "Apologies... my Dork" I whisper into her ear. She makes a faint mumble of annoyance.
"Thou needs teaching a lesson on etiquette... Or perhaps a... simpler punishment would suffice."
-XXX START-
Before I realise what she's doing, she has turned around on the bed, her ass in the air next to me as she grasps my dick tightly between her fingers. She wastes no time, giving it some quick pumps causing me to grovel.
"Aaahhh…. What kind of punishment is this?" I can't help but ask. If this was a punishment, I should annoy her more often…
York doesn't answer, instead moving her fingers quicker, using my pre-cum to lubricate her hands and play with my sensitive head more. Then, she licks the whole length of it, from top to bottom, the feel of her warm, wet tongue causing shivers to run up my spine.
The vampire's lips envelop my shaft and run up and down, her saliva allowing her to take me down her gullet with little to no friction. But something is different to last time. I wince as her I feel her fangs scrape my shaft, gently at first, then harder and harder.
Perhaps this was my punishment? She was using her fangs, rather than keeping them out of the way. However, something she might not have anticipated (or perhaps she did?) is that it felt incredible. The thought of vampiric features, her fangs, touching my twitching cock really did it for me.
The slight pain they provided, actually morphed into pleasure as she sucked me deeper, her cheeks bulging slightly.
Suddenly, my whole crotch is enveloped in sharp instant pain, and I cry out, my teeth gritted and eyes watering. Before I realise it, I've already blown my load, straight into York's mouth. She almost chokes on it, her eyes wide in surprise that I had come. she swallows it quickly, I can see her throat moving it downwards into her stomach. It takes me a second to realise what the source of the pain was, and why my cock was so sore.
She had bitten me. On my dick. That was my punishment. Yet, instead of it being an effective punishment… I had…
We both stare blankly at each other, blinking in surprise, both of us putting the pieces together in our own heads until I finish my train of thought and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I had enjoyed it… her biting my cock… I had...
York's look of shock slowly dissipates and a sly smile creeps onto her visage as she figures out what exactly had happened, and why I had orgasmed immediately. She settles her face right next to my still twitching, and sore dick, her chin pressing into my crotch as she regards me with an oozing smug aura. Her confidant smile mocking me.
She sticks her tongue out and lightly runs it down my flaccid member as it twitches, and I groan at the sensation. She teasingly runs it down my sore member once again, enjoying my struggles.
"Such a quick shot... my Adonis. I did not realize thou would enjoy thy punishment so thoroughly... Perhaps I should punish you more... severely... Hmm"
She continues to regard me, enjoying my embarrassment until she eventually props herself back up the bed and speaks softly, reaching out and stroking my cheek. "Do not be embarrassed. You enjoy my bite? Tis a privilege, I am honoured. But… shall we indulge in some more carnal desires? The night is still young."
I nod happily, kissing her on the lips as our tongues intertwine. This promised to be a long, and exhausting night.
-XXX END-
I'm awakened by a loud banging from the other side of the room, and I groan in annoyance. My eyes flutter open slowly, the world coming into view bit by bit. My whole body aches, no doubt sore from last nights activities, and my eyes take a while to focus.
My heart glows with happiness as I realise what I'm looking at. Two bright turquoise spheres, shining with love and amusement as they gaze deep into my soul. York blinks slowly, then snuggles closer, her naked body caressing my own under the covers as she places a short kiss on my nose, then my lips, giggling lightly.
She smiles sweetly, but her expression quickly sours as the banging that had originally woken us up starts again. "Shikikan! Wake up!" Souryuu's muffled voice comes from the door, and my chest tightens in fear. Shit.
My eyes immediately flit to the clock on the bedside table, and I realise that I'm an hour late for work already. With all the passionate lovemaking, I had completely forgotten to set an alarm. I quickly move to get out of bed, but a strong grip on my shoulder pulls me back down.
"Oh no. My Adonis. One doth not escape mine embrace so easily." She grins before getting out of bed herself, motioning for me to stay put exactly where I was.
She strides over to the door and my breath catches in my throat. She wasn't going to…? As soon as I think it, however, she does exactly that, unlocking the door and poking her head around the corner at a bewildered Souryuu.
"Cease thy racket. The Commander is… pre-occupied." York growls at Souryuu in a passive-aggressive manner.
"U-um, he's… err… late for work." Souryuu manages to stutter out, her eyes fixed on York, who is very clearly naked, even if she's hiding the majority of her body behind the door. A blush quickly shoots up the bunny girls neck and her ears steam, quickly ascertaining the reason for York's presence in my room.
York rolls her eyes. "Send half his workload to my room. I shall complete it in due time, later. Tis acceptable, yes? Now begone, we are busy."
Souryuu looks like she's about to protest, but her gaze slides into the room, beholding me in the bed as I blush brightly, sinking deeper into the covers in embarrassment, hiding my naked body and her eyes widen, rendering the poor girl speechless.
"I shall take thy silence as a sign of co-operation. Good day." She immediately shuts the door on the shocked Sakura carrier, and turns to me shooting me a sensual smile and strutting towards me, her large breasts swaying with her hips.
She practically leaps back into bed and snuggles close to me, as she was before, breathing a sigh of bliss, being re-enveloped by the comfort of the sheets and my body.
"York… that was rude." I berate her lightly, but her grin simply widens.
"Oh? So would thou wish to get changed, go to work… right now?" She presses her body against me harder, her breasts mushing into my chest as her smooth legs wrap around me and she grinds her crotch against my own.
I chuckle. "I guess not… but it was nice of you to offer to do half my work later."
"If it means I get to spend more time with thee, my Adonis, I will do anything." Her voice has grown lower, huskier. She starts to nip at my neck with her teeth lightly and I grovel and mewl in response, her affections sending me crazy.
I… could get used to mornings like this…