I roll over, eyes closed, trying my best to ignore the fact that I was already awake and go back to sleep. Alas, it was not to be. I open my eyes, rubbing them as I yawn. A quick glance at the clock tells me it's 9:30. Not too bad for a lie-in. On a school day no less.
George & Howe had taken Marya for the day yesterday, and she had such a good time that she had asked if she could stay the night, a girly sleepover as they called it. They promised to get her to school on time, and while York had been a little on edge about leaving such a responsibility to her siblings, she had eventually allowed it.
Speaking of my wife, I roll over once again, this time facing the sleeping beauty. Her face squished against the pillow unceremoniously, fangs peaking out as her bright pink hair lies dishevelled around her face. She's even snoring very lightly.
And she's all the more beautiful for it.
It wasn't the most refined look, but it was undoubtedly the cutest. I know that I had joked about her sleeping in a coffin-like her fictitious counterparts several times, and how perhaps that would stop her snoring.
She is wearing a silken black nightgown, adorned with lace, and complimented with matching panties. This particular set of nightwear had always looked good on her. It loosely clings to her form, and when York moves in her sleep, moving the duvet to reveal more of her body, my eyes naturally climb downwards.
While you couldn't see it with the loose nightgown on, if she was naked, a small bump would be visible, evidence of our growing child. She was still early in the pregnancy, only just showing signs now, and it wasn't clearly visible when she was wearing clothes, and even without garments, it was only apparent when looking close.
I settle back down into my own pillow, content to just watch my pregnant wife breathe in and out softly, not wanting to disturb her sleep. I wonder if she's dreaming? Perhaps. In fact, I could probably cheek her thoughts, our link, to see, to look at her dreams but that felt a bit invasive, so I'm happy to just watch her chest breathe in and out slowly, eyes shut, dead to the world.
After a couple of minutes of watching her, I decide that, seeing as I'm awake and she's not, I might as well make a start on breakfast. A treat for her on her day off. I knew for a fact she had been on several long commissions the last couple of weeks.
I quietly slip out of the bed, donning a dressing gown before slowly opening the door. I glance back, and the quick check on York shows she is still very much asleep. And Whiskey, our dark tabby cat, has already assumed my position in the bed, curling into a ball next to his mistress. Wanting to surprise her before she awakes, I make haste, and head for the kitchen to prepare her something.
I wasn't exactly a renowned chef, but I knew my way around the kitchen well enough and knew exactly what my wife would like. A full English breakfast was one of her favourites, although she only had the chance to have it occasionally. I assumed her time in the Royal Navy before Azur Lane something had to do with her love of the dish. Not entirely sure what her fellow noblewomen would make of her eating such a hearty meal behind closed doors though.
Normally, she would help, but determined to treat her, I manage to get a single portion of the hearty breakfast ready by myself. Whether it is of good quality… I'm less certain. It seems ok to my untrained eye, bacon cooked exactly as she liked it, with extra sausage and black pudding, her favourite parts.
Knowing that her second type of hunger would also need sating, I grab a knife, giving myself a small pinprick, draining a modest amount of blood into a glass to go alongside her cup of tea. It stings, but I had gotten so used to these little cuts and the like that I honestly just shrugged them off now. Carefully, I slide the ensembled breakfast all onto a tray and slowly balance it as I bring it upstairs.
As I enter the bedroom, I'm surprised to see my wife still asleep. Bless her, she must have been exhausted. While I loathe to wake her, it was starting to get later in the morning now, and it would be a shame to have her breakfast go cold, so I gently call out.
"York." I get no response, so raise my voice slightly. "York, love. I have breakfast." This time she stirs, just slightly, her body twisting and turning bed as she stretches her hands above her head. It almost seems like she's going to go back to sleep, much like I tried to, but she does eventually open her bleary eyes, turquoise irises filled with confusion.
As she does so, she disturbs Whiskey, and the cat similarly stretches and yawns, before giving me a dirty look for disturbing his slumber and flicks his tail irritated. I blink, and he is already gone, out of the door to go look for scraps in the kitchen undoubtedly.
"Darling? Why did thou wake m…" Her tired words fade out as I slide the tray onto her lap, surprise and realization dawning on her perfect visage. "Oh."
"Breakfast in bed. My pleasure, m'lady." I give my best high-class accent a try with a fanciful bow, one hand behind my back, all the while grinning ear to ear at my performance as her butler. York laughs heartily before observing what I had given her.
My smile turns sheepish. "I hope everything is ok." My nerves start to fray as she inspects the food, starting to fear she might point out that I had been wrong, and the bacon was far too overcooked for her liking.
She clasps her hands together. "Oh, My Adonis, it looks splendid. Oh. And even some of my favourite drink." She winks before picking up the glass of my blood and taking a sip, closing her eyes in the process. I can see her swirling it around her mouth, savouring the taste. She picks up her cutlery and shoots me a precious warm smile. "Thank you, so much."
Then, just as she's about to dig in, she looks at me again and cocks her head in confusion. "Where art thou share?"
"Um…" Admittedly, I had been so focused on getting York's ready, that I had completely forgotten my own breakfast. "I'll just get some toast or something…" I wave her off, but her gaze quickly hardens.
"Nonsense. Thou shalt share this delicacy with me. Come hither." York pats the bed next to her.
Immediately, I shake my head, declining. "York… It was a treat for you. Please, enjoy it yourself. I'll be fine… to be honest, you're eating for two, and besides, I'm not even that hungry." I try a white lie to get her to stop feeling sorry for me, to no avail.
The vampire's eyes narrow. "Do not lie dear. I value thy chivalry, truly, but I demand you partake in this with me. It would please me far more for us to share the fruits of thy labour than to selfishly indulge just myself." She gives a sweet smile before her eyes flash red. "Do not make me force thee."
On the word force, I feel a hum of power run through me, straight into my head, sending palpitations down my spine. There wasn't a specific order or anything, she was just playing on the strings that connected our minds for effect, similar to how one would strum the strings of a guitar.
My body quivers at the sheer force of the connection. It truly was otherworldly, and almost impossible to describe. She could well force me to sit down and share the breakfast should she choose, but she valued my free will far more than that, York was just making a point.
And I quickly concede that point. I close my eyes and huff slightly in defiance before resigning myself to her whims. York laughs lightly, delighted at my obvious change of heart. I sit next to her, and we begin to share the food.
It was a large plate, with generous portions, so it wasn't too bad shared between both of us, although I still feel a bit sad that my treat for my wife had been split between us. But it was what the lady wanted.
I had only bought a single set of cutlery, so the process of sharing the food is awkward, with one of us feeding the other on occasion, and swapping utensils. But eventually, the plate is cleaned. I immediately go to grab it and take it downstairs for washing, but I'm intercepted by York, who promptly takes the plate and shoves it onto the side before grinning at me.
"Where doth my husband think he is going?" She giggles before wrapping her hands around me, using her weight to pull me back into the bed easily. The noblewoman stays like that for a while, warm body pressed against my own, hugging me close, grip tight.
"Please accept my gratitude once again, my Adonis. What a lovely way to wake this fine morn." My wife's hand reaches out and gently strokes my cheek before moving upwards and playing with my hair affectionately.
"It was nothing really…" I blush lightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But I do wish you hadn't had to share it with me." I speak in a slightly deflated tone.
"Aww. Darling. Still bitter about that? It was fine, truly. And, if thou heart shalt not accept that fact, then thou couldst simply treat me once more~" Her turquoise eyes shine with mirth, radiant as always.
While she might be joking, it does actually give me an idea to complete the special morning I had envisioned for my other half. I motion for her to sit up, and she does, a confused look overtaking her visage.
"Wha—Aaaaahhhh!" York's question quickly transforms into a lewd groan as I lean forwards and plunge my tongue into her ear canal, quickly retreating before lavishing the rest of the pointy ear with quick cat-like licks.
"How about a complimentary ear massage to finish off your treat~" I whisper huskily into her ear, and my heart beats faster as York's cheeks start to glow red.
Of course, an 'ear massage' in this case meant an ear licking. I move onto her right ear and repeat the movement with my tongue, giving quick teasing licks.
York shudders, right from the base of her spine upwards, an involuntary whimper slipping from her tongue. I never got tired of this, lavishing her ears with oral affection, and the multitude of reactions I could glean from my wife in the process.
I swap ear once again, lightly pressing my tongue against the sensitive lobe, eventually enveloping the pointy tip with my whole mouth, gently nibbling on it. York's whimper turns into a lusty moan at the sensation, but she grits her teeth and speaks, her voice shaky.
"Y-you… tease." I chuckle softly into her ear, giving it a loving kiss before giving the other ear the same treatment. I was enjoying teasing her immensely. I knew she wanted more, she wanted it deeper.
"Please…" York begs. Somewhat uncharacteristic for her, but when she was like this, I wasn't surprised. I take mercy, slowly and gently winding my tongue downwards with short strokes until I reach her ear canal, and with no warning, thrust deep, flailing my tongue with precision, hitting all the sensitive spots inside.
Her body quacks against me, leaning back against me, using me as a support to stay upright. Then, once again, I slow its movements, still deep, just slow and gentle. I switch ears and repeat the process, then speed up and slow down again. York's ears can't get used to the quick alternating rhythm of my tongue, meaning the sensation is constantly intense for her. With my hands, I gently take her head in my grip and tilt it slightly, so I have a better angle to go deeper with the tip.
My wife's breathing is laboured, and I realize that I'm quite proud of myself. I knew I had become quite good at this through the years, but maybe I was even better than I thought. I thrust particularly deep, pausing for a few seconds, giving the sensitive vampiress a break, before fluttering my tongue back and forth at pace.
Her whole-body coils and she cries out, the pleasure really getting to her, body shuddering as her nerves fray. Eventually, I pull back exhausted. My tongue was genuinely sore from its workout, and York's ears were practically dripping with my saliva… an oddly lewd sight.
I quickly use the duvet to wipe it away, and give her a passionate kiss, she remains dazed for a few seconds, but quickly begins to reciprocate the kiss, tongue coiling around my own as she hums approvingly into my lips.
We both pull away, our cheeks aglow, eyes fixed on the other. It was one of those moments, neither of us needs to say anything… we know what the other wants intimately. Not because of our vampiric bond… just because we knew one another… and how needy we both could be.
The battleship gives a cute coquettish smile, alongside a sultry wink for good measure, and takes me in a kiss once again, this time her hands wandering my body, heading downwards as our tongues battle.
Then, of all times, my mobile rings on the side. Inwardly I curse. God, I wanted to ignore it. York doesn't seem to pay it much attention, tongue still entwined with my own, hands continuing their intrepid exploration of my body.
I try my best to ignore the harsh buzzing, but it seems to get louder and louder as my hands glide over York's skin, and eventually I have to give in, if only to stop the damn thing. With a sigh, I peel York off me, and the vampiress gives an annoyed grumble to make her feelings on the matter known.
I turn around, sitting up as I reach for the phone, hitting the green button to answer it as I do. Just as I do that, I feel the rustle of clothes and movement in the air from behind me, and before I know it, I'm under attack again, York's lips running up and down my neck, fangs deliberately scraping the skin as her hands caress my chest.
She didn't intend on being denied without a fight it would seem.
I try my best to keep my voice steady as I answer the call, putting it on speaker so I can hold it away from myself. "Hello?"
"Oh, Hi Commander. So sorry, I hope I didn't wake you?" It takes me a second to recognize the voice on the other end of the call, the signal not particularly great in the master bedroom, leading to some static.
It was Wales, my secretary for the next two weeks. "No… it's fine, we were already awake." York, in a teasing effort to elicit some sound from me, bites, nibbling with her fangs before planting multiple short, sweet kisses up and down my neck, before moving on to my nape.
I clench my teeth, determined not to lose this game that the vampiress has decided to play with me. "We…? Oh yes. York." I hear papers being shuffled on the other end. "Well… you see, Z20 seems to have forgotten a portion of work that was meant to be done yesterday, before your day off."
York lets out an annoyed huff, clearly unhappy with the results she was getting from me, and tries a different tact, my ears. Digging her fangs in, before licking at them, much like I had done to her mere moments ago, indeed she even copies some of my techniques.
My ears weren't as sensitive as her pointed ones, but the sensation of her warm wet tongue teasingly dipping in and out, fluttering about was still driving me crazy. The slightest moan slips from my lips before I can stop it, and I practically hear York grin in triumph.
"Huh? Commander, everything ok?" Even though she can't see us, I still blush furiously, and before I can reassure Wales that everything is fine, York speaks up.
"He is fine. I'm just being a bit playful, sister. You interrupted us after all. Hurry up with the point thy art trying to make."
Wales stutters on the other end, and I can easily imagine her having a competing blush to my own. Not something you saw on Wales regularly.
"U-Um. Yes. Anyways… the work was meant to be done yesterday, for the end of today, but it hasn't been done. I would be happy to do it for you, but unfortunately, it needs you, Commander. It's just some territory agreements between the Royal Navy and the Ironblood, and some other minor things."
I sigh. Godamnit. Z20 had been quite eager to finish early yesterday, and in all honesty, I hadn't put up much resistance, happy to get home and start enjoying my time off, so I'm partially to blame for not checking her work. "Fine… I'll come in and finish it." I say wearily, not hiding my annoyance, although it's mostly directed at myself.
"Oh, Commander. I'm so, so sorry. Really. It's your day off and everything. You should be with York." Wales genuinely sounds sorry, and I immediately speak a bit more forcefully to try and reassure her. I didn't want her feeling guilty on my behalf.
"Wales, it's fine. Really, it's not your fault. I'll head in now. Won't be long." I say my goodbyes and hang up. My soul slightly deflated. Having to go into work on my day off was crushing my spirit.
York's teeth nipping at my neck remind me of her presence, lips pressed against me as she continues her attack. With expert precision, she manoeuvres her legs around me, clutching me tight from behind and using her strength, pulls me back onto the bed.
"Yoooork." She laughs lightly in my ear.
"Oh no no no. Thy will not escape me that easily. I shalt keep thou trapped in my vampiric lair for all eternity. Thou art completely forbidden from leaving mine own abode."
"Come on. I promised her I would go. I'll be right back as soon as I can, I promise." Still, my wife does not release me from her embrace, effectively meaning I am trapped, there's not much I can do against her kansen strength.
She does eventually loosen her grip and I turn to find her pouting adorably at me. "Thou would leaveth me in this lustful state? How ungentlemanly to leave a woman wanting like this. Thou started it with thy vicious assault on mine own ears, the responsibility is on thy shoulders." She raises an eyebrow.
"I know… I know. I don't want to go…"
York interrupts me, dropping her jokingly annoyed façade. "But thou must. I understand, even if my loins do not." She giggles. "Begone with you. Help my poor sibling, then we can resume with a fervour, what she interrupted, yes?"
I nod happily and hug her tight, giving her a loving kiss, before getting dressed quickly and heading out of the house on a mission to get back as soon as possible.
I hurry through the corridors of the naval base, greeting the occasional shipgirl and staff member with a polite smile before moving along, my destination, my office. As I round the corner leading to the stairs upwards, I almost bump into a small figure right in front of me, but manage to slow my pace enough to avoid a collision.
"Watch thou pace!" The petite shipgirl narrows her eyes at me and yells. I offer an apologetic smile in return.
"So sorry Vampire. That's my fault."
She snorts at me, head upturned, closing her crimson eyes for a second. "So it is."
When she opens them again, her annoyance seems to have diminished, and she cocks her head at me. "Why art thou in such a rush anyway?"
Her speech tickles me. Much like York, she used odd choices of words here and there, but York's accent helped lend some authenticity to her regal and noble wordplay, Vampire's small voice makes it more amusing than anything. Not something I'd say to bloodsuckers face, however.
"Um… just came in do some quick jobs. I'm not meant to be in." Vampire's eyes fill with understanding.
"Ah. I see. Thou had to part from thy noblewomen's side? And wish to return posthaste? Admirable, I guess." She pauses, before giving a small smile. "Very well. I shall let thou get on with thy business, farewell."
As she goes to turn, something occurs to me, something I had never actually mentioned to Vampire herself, yet I feel like I very much owe it to her to say.
"Vampire?"
"Hm?" She stops and gives me an odd look.
"Thank you. So much."
Her visage becomes even more confused. "Huh?"
I raise my hands and explain. "What you did for York. Back when…" I pause and take a deep breath, knowing it was something of a touchy subject, at least for my wife herself. "…she was constructed. You helped her. Perhaps more than you realise."
Vampire's eyes open wide as she understands, opening her mouth to speak. "I see. Well. I was just doing what anybody would do. Thy future wife needed assistance in understanding what she was, I rendered that assistance. Nothing more to it."
"I… realize that. But still. York owes you. And that means I owe you. Without you… I don't like to think about it, truth be told. But I might not have what I have today, and that means so much to me. So, anything you want or need, just ask."
I smile warmly at her, confessing how I felt. I meant every word. Without Vampire convincing York to feed for the first time… she could well have not survived. We may never have met. I owe more than a favour; I owe her everything.
Vampire doesn't seem to particularly mind this debt I have to her, however, just smiling and waving it off. "Truly. Tis fine. But…" She grins, eyes flashing with troublesome energy. "…if thou art offering, a retrofit would be much appreciated. London was showing her new rigging off just the other morn. I was envious, I must admit."
I chuckle and nod my head. "You and York both… I'll see what I can do. But you know that the decision for retrofits lies with Command, not me?"
The destroyer nods her head giggling. "I know, twas merely jesting. Thou do not owe me a penny. But, of course, I wouldn't say no to a retrofit… should it be offered." She smiles and waves her hand, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I really don't think she understood how much I felt like I owed her… but still, the fact she was so nonplussed about it was good, and I had offered and given my thanks, it was the least I could do.
I reach the office and quickly sling my coat onto the side, Wales turning and giving me a beaming smile. "Thanks, so much for coming in Commander… Sorry again."
"It's fine. Right, where are the forms?" Wales promptly points to a large pile on the desk and I can't help but be surprised. That is… a rather large stack.
Well… better get to it I suppose. However, I immediately start to wonder how long this is going to take… I promised York I would be as quick as possible. I can only hope that all my years of reading and signing forms pays off.
4 hours later…
My hand was tired and sore, and while I was reaching the end of the pile, it had taken far longer than I would have liked. I had text York when we had begun, telling her that I would probably be longer than originally envisioned.
It had taken her a little while, but she had finally responded with a thumbs up. She wasn't exactly a natural with technology and often needed my help, but she knew her way around her phone well enough, given some patience, even if she often swore at it.
Wales was currently grabbing some food from the canteen for us, and when the door opens, I start to look forward to some grub, only to be surprised by my wife walking through the entranceway into the office, closing the door behind her.
"Huh, York?"
"Yes, dear. Thou were taking quite the length of time, so I decided to come visit, see if I could help, and keep thou company if that is acceptable?" She quickly strides over, cupping my cheek and kissing me deeply.
"More than acceptable. I'm happy to see you. Still… sorry that this morning got cut off abruptly. I'll make it up to you sometime."
York shakes her head, pink hair flying around her until she stops and gives me a predatory grin, a teasing glint to her eyes as her fangs flash. "Tis fine. Besides, we can continue right now~"
Continue, now? York's grin widens as she motions to me.
-XXX Start-
"Cock out. Now."
I blush deeply. We were at the port… and… "Wales will be back any minute!"
York just shrugs her shoulders. "Then I'll have to be quick. Come on, hurry. Get thou dick out of those garments this instance!"
I look behind York at the door, heart beating fast as I give in to my demanding wife. I undo my belt and slip my trousers to my ankles, alongside my underwear. My flaccid cock reveals itself, not hard yet… I had been taken by surprise and hadn't really had time to get in the mood yet.
Still… it twitches, hardening ever so slightly, just at York's gaze. "Perfect." She hums happily.
"Now, I presume mine own sibling has left for sustenance? That doth not give us very long at all, I had hoped to ride you… pity."
York clicks her tongue. "Regardless, I hath an idea. I shalt just use my hands. And try… another tact for mine own pleasure."
Huh? She was going to give me a handjob? Far be it for me to complain, but what was she planning to about her own lust? Masturbate while getting me off?
"Husband. Open thy mind." Obediently, I open the connection between us, and immediately I feel the strings hum with power, and an odd feeling starts to envelop me. York's heartbeat. Her lust. I can feel it all.
Similarly, she must be able to feel my own… and I slowly start to understand what she planned. Using one gloved hand, she gently cups my balls, squeezing softly and slowly, juggling the two between her fingers deftly.
At the touch, a shiver runs through me, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin, York's touch expertly delivered as always. Yet, it's not just be reacting to her touch. York herself moans slightly, mouth agape.
She's not touching herself… because she doesn't need to. That's what she planned. Using our connection to get herself off. She could feel… well, her own hands, on my cock, and how good that felt.
"Gods. They're so sensitive. I knew thou liked me to play with them… but now I see why." I can't imagine what an odd and unique experience this is for my wife, essentially feeling like she has a cock, which in turn isn't hers, it's mine, being stimulated by her own actions…
The vampiress hands work their way upwards, finally reaching my cock, now roughly at half-mast. "It throbs so much…" York mutters her own observations, and it only serves to turn me on more, knowing that she can feel exactly what I'm feeling.
She uses a light, delicate grip, knowing that the fabric would be rough, especially without lube, and gives a few slow pumps.
A moan slips out of my mouth, synced with a moan from York as well. "Fuck. My Adonis… is this how it always feels for you? It's so hard… so, so hard."
I murmur encouragement, trying my best to keep my voice down, aware that we could still have company at any time. After swiftly getting me to full mast, York pulls away and discards the one glove, enveloping me once again, but with the bare palm of her hand this time, its warmth and softness appreciated by my dripping cock.
She starts her ministrations again, slow and steady. She had always been good at this, but now she knew how I felt… she could adjust her grip accordingly, and it was brilliant. She does let her teasing side out, however, often gripping tight, moving faster than necessary before stopping abruptly, and switching to an agonizingly slow pace.
But not only is she edging me… she's edging herself. Her own body shakes and moans she plays with my shaft, and when she focuses down my head, swirling her finger around the sensitive area, she has to bite her lips, fangs digging in to stop herself from moaning louder.
"Gods. I truly am skilled at this… Why doth thou not request the skill of mine own hands more often?"
"Maybe I should…" York tightens her grip further and then starts using her other hand to pinch and pull at my balls experimentally. It drives me nuts, and a loud yelp slips from my mouth before I can grit my teeth.
She starts to finger right under my head, the most sensitive spot, rubbing in circles using her forefinger. It's not enough to push me over the edge, but enough to keep me at it.
Her hand is covered in sticky pre-cum by this point, which helps with lubrication, but means the distinct scent of lust and sex hangs in the air. We needed to wrap this up soon… Wales really could come through that door at any moment.
York knows the same, and alongside me, is right at the edge. We would come at the same time… but I guess that was inevitable when we were sharing the same pleasure and feelings. What a weird way of being intimate… but I loved it.
The Royal Navy noblewomen tightens her grip even further, pumping with a fervour now, the loud thrap thrap thrap of her jerking me off echoing around the room, until eventually, I reach the edge, and come into the air.
Both me and York cry out as we orgasm, eyes rolled back in pleasure as our bodies shake. White splatters of cum land on both York and myself. But my wife recovers quickly from her high and starts cleaning it all up with her tongue, savouring every drop lewdly.
That in itself starts to turn me on again. York chuckles after she has finished sucking the last bit of lewd mixture from her hand. "So… that is what a male orgasm feels like… how curious." She grins at me once more and notices that my cock is already getting hard again.
-XXX End-
"Oh, ready for another round, my Adonis?" Just as she starts to reach for me yet again, she twists her head towards the door and gives me a sad smile. "Alas, our depravity shalt hath to conclude. Mine own sibling shalt be walking through those doors any moment."
What!? I quickly try to get my trousers back around my waist and my belt fastened, which I just about manage breathlessly as Wales, just as the vampiress predicted, comes walking through the door with two meals in her hand.
"Oh, York. I didn't expect you. I haven't got any food for you. Give me a minute and I'll go get George to whip something up."
York smiles politely at her sister. "Thou consideration is heart-warming but unnecessary, sister. I hath already had my fill this morn. My Adonis treated me to a very hearty breakfast, lunch shalt not be needed. Mine own hunger is quenched and content as a full sloth."
Is that a look of… envy, on Wales's face? It quickly disappears however and is replaced with puzzled confusion as she spots something. York's bare hand.
She had forgotten to put her glove back on… If York seems bothered by her siblings staring, or the fact that Wales almost certainly knew, or at least could easily guess at what it meant… she doesn't show it, opting to slip the glove back onto her hand nonchalantly, flashing her sibling a knowing smile.
Wales overcomes her shock and gives an equally knowing grin, raising her eyebrows at her sister, almost signalling that she knew, without saying a word about it.
"Well, ok then. The Commander and I shall eat. Sorry for borrowing the Commander for a bit. I didn't mean to ruin any plans you might have had."
"Tis fine. Our plans were no more than to be idle all day, we only planned on going to this evening party tonight, nothing more. Are you coming sister?" It was only a small party, not like the grand ones that Queen Elizabeth often threw. Just a night to relax in the port bar, giving the girls a chance to de-stress and relax with one another.
"I… yes. I shall be. I would hardly miss a chance to drink and be merry." Wales smiles.
"Well… we shall see you there." York nods happily, then starts to look over the paperwork on the desk as both me and Wales scoff our face full of spaghetti bolognese.
"Hmm. I'll finish the rest off. The two of you enjoy thy meals. I shall simply ask for thy signature when I require it" She sits down and immediately sets to work at speed. I appreciate the help greatly. While me and Wales had not been slow with the paperwork, the last hour we had started to flag without a break, so a fresh pair of eyes with fresh energy could make quick work of the rest. Not to mention, York had always been a great secretary, and I trusted her to fill in the forms without me paying too much attention to what she had actually written.
Hell… she could probably run the base in my absence now, the only other one capable of doing that was Belfast.
We arrive at the port bar at 8 o'clock, the night dark and chilly outside. Luckily, it wasn't far to walk from our house. We had seen Marya briefly when we had returned home and spent some of the day with her, but now we were going out, we had to get a babysitter yet again.
This time, however, all of York's siblings were already going to the very same party, so we had to actually pay for a proper babysitter. York trusted her siblings with Marya, and Marya with them. A total stranger…not so much.
She had practically grilled the poor girl on her arrival, but to be fair, the young girl had answered every question perfectly and professionally, and York seemed satisfied in the end if still a little on edge. York had also given our vampiric offspring a good talking to, making sure she knew that she couldn't mess about like she sometimes did with Howe or George, she was to be a good girl… and not to try to bite the babysitter as a joke.
We didn't plan on being too late anyway, just a couple of hours. Knowing Marya's insistence on staying up late, we might even be back in time to put her to bed, although I knew I myself wouldn't approve of that, Marya knew she went to bed at 9, but I bet she'd try her utmost to convince the babysitter otherwise.
York was dressed in the exact same dress that she wore to the first ball we had attended together. I'm sure this choice was deliberate; she was fully aware of how much I loved it and wore it often when we went out for the evening. It just fit her perfectly, York would always look stunning no matter what she wore… at least in my opinion, but that dress really was something special on her. It stopped my heart every time I even glanced at her. Although the argument could be made that would happen anyway, regardless of what she wore…
I feel my cheeks heating up as I consider that and quickly try to shake it away as we enter the small bar. It's full of kansen of all shapes and sizes, from a variety of factions. As we enter, quite a few smile and wave at us, some even give York envious glances.
York, of course, bathes in this attention, offering up a fanged smile and simply pulling me closer to her side, as if to boast that I am indeed hers. "We always attract so much attention… I ponder. Is it mine own visage or thy handsome features?" She whispers in my ear.
"I'd like to say it's a bit of both."
York laughs and pulls me deeper into the establishment. We find both George and Monarch at a table with a few spare seats, and George grins before waving us over, offering us the seats. Before we sit down, I head to the bar and order, 1 glass of red wine for myself and a non-alcoholic variant for York, bringing it back to the table. She didn't particularly like the stuff, and griped about in constantly, but alas, needs must.
Then, as York looks on confused, I return to the bar, but instead of coming face to face with the male bartender who had served me before, I find Belfast in a stunning blue party dress. "Hi, um… Belfast, what are you doing behind there?"
She chuckles daintily. "I work here, master~"
Huh. "You do?" I'd never seen her here before?
"Only occasionally. Bartending is another skill I wish to master for my maid duties. You never know when certain skills could come in handy. Besides, I find the work thoroughly enjoyable. And some extra cash never hurts~"
"Oh well, in that case, another one each of whatever Monarch and George are having."
Belfast smiles warmly. "Ahh. Treating your sisters-in-law. Wise. And kind. I approve~" In a flash, Belfast has served me two drinks. I have no idea what they are… cocktails of some description. I give Belfast my thanks and bring them back to the table and hand them to Monarch and George.
They both smile and say that I shouldn't have, but gladly accept my generosity. Sit down next to York and listen in on the conversation between the siblings. "So how's the little one getting along?"
York beams proudly. "Mine own offspring is fine. Her teachers say she is doing well… and I admit she is the cutest little bundle of joy, although I am of course… biased."
George speaks animatedly. "Oh, well I might be biased as well, being her auntie. But I completely agree, she really is the cutest little thing. I honestly love having her over. And she loves playing with you, doesn't she?"
George directs this last question at Monarch who smiles shyly and nods. "Yes. She is a delight, really York. You've done well with her."
I didn't think it was possible for my wife to look prouder, but somehow, she manages it. George speaks up again, her voice softer as she gives an uncertain smile.
"Do you mind if I ask a… personal question?"
"Hark. Not at all. Indulge thy curiosity sister." York motions for her to continue.
"Do you have to feed her… blood?" Monarch's eyes widen, not sure of what to make of the new subject.
York doesn't mind however, in fact, I knew my wife well enough to say she was probably happy George was showing an interest in that side of our family.
"Yes. Just a little bit a day as a treat" George's eyes immediately flit to me.
York anticipates the question. "No, no. Not from mine Adonis. Just some spare blood from the hospital. My husband's blood is all mine, a lone feast for mine own tongue alone." She giggles happily and hugs me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
However, we seemed to have piqued George's curiosity about the matter. It was true that it still wasn't really something me and York publicly advertised, and not many people really asked about the details… till now.
"So, how often do you feed, from him?" She smiles at me, and I can't help but feel heat slowly creeping up my neck. It's not like it was particularly private information… but for some odd reason, it kind of felt like we were talking about an intimate subject, like our sex lives.
"Once in the morn, without my fangs. Once in the eve, using my fangs." York answers before taking a large sip of wine, swirling the liquid around her glass delicately before setting it back down.
Both Monarch and George look surprised at this, with Monarch having a competing blush to me. Clearly, I wasn't the only one who thought this was an odd topic of conversation. Still… I didn't really mind that much, it just embarrassed me a bit is all.
"Oh my. I thought it was only once a week or so. Does it hurt Commander?"
The heat creeps from my neck to my cheeks. "U-um. No, not really. I-I mean, it used to. But I've gotten used to it, barely feel it now. And after the initial bite, it's actually really, really nice."
George laughs at this and Monarch blushes further. Damnit, I had meant to leave that detail out.
"Oh, really nice? Sounds… fun." George can't help but tease me.
"Well, with my perfect lips pressed against him, can you blame the poor soul. My dearest doth struggle with my presence at the best of times." While I appreciate York somewhat trying to cover for me, it doesn't really feel like it helps that much.
George gives a teasing smile, but I'm surprised when Monarch speaks up, her own curiosity finally getting the best of her also. "Does it leave a mark? When she bites?"
"You may show them, if thou wishes." York waves towards my neck.
I wouldn't exactly say I wanted to, but with all three sisters eyeing me like that, I didn't feel like I had much choice. I unbutton the top of my shirt and pull the collar aside, baring my throat to the group.
Both Monarch and George gasp, York just sits there with a smug look on her face. York tended to feed in the same place each time, slightly to my left, right on my jugular. So naturally, the deepest marks are there, two vampiric pinpricks that I had now had for the last few years of my life, a constant wound on my neck that never quite healed.
She did, on occasion, however, mix it up, and I do have some shallower bites on the other side of my neck too, in the process of healing. No doubt it probably looked like York had ravished my neck hungrily.
It also didn't help that she liked to just nibble and play with her fangs on my neck during intimate moments, not penetrating, but still leaving small marks. It wasn't just her that liked that, however… I also adored the feeling of her fangs on my neck.
"Oh my. York… he's um… certainly marked as yours."
York's smug grin widens further at this. "Oh yes. It must be clear to all who my thrall is." She laughs and traces a finger along the deepest bite.
"They do not hurt, correct?" York's demeanour changes as she realises that they do look painful and seeks some reassurance.
"No no, not at all. Really." Both George and Monarch seem set at ease by my steadfast words, both of them had looked a little put off by seeing how deep York's bitemarks were in reality.
York turns to her sisters and gives a playful wink. "Wouldst thou like a demonstration?" Monarch pales, but the curiosity doesn't leave her eyes. Still, she quickly shakes her head.
George on the other hand nods excitedly, eager to see a vampire feed up close. York smiles once more kissing me gently. "Just a small nibble, to pair with my wine."
As promised, her lips touch my neck and her fangs are quick, digging into her usual spot. I barely react, offering up a reassuring smile to Monarch to show it doesn't hurt. While that's not a lie, it stings, just the slightest bit. What Monarch didn't know… is I kind of enjoyed that too.
I have less success hiding my reaction when the wave of pleasure and bliss that always came with my wife's feeding hits me. The lightest moan leaves my lips as I close my half-lidded eyes in pleasure.
As quickly as it started, it's already over, York staying true to her word takes just a sip, and licks the wound clean before taking another drink of her non-alcoholic wine and humming thoughtfully. She had missed 'proper' wine when she was pregnant with Marya, and it was the same now.
"Thy blood truly doth pair delightfully with this faux wine dear~ Makes it far more bearable, I shalt hath to mix it more often."
Having seen and heard my pleasurable reaction, both of York's sisters are looking at me wide-eyed, and more than a little embarrassed. I quickly take a huge gulp of my own wine, trying to use the alcohol to settle my own embarrassment and hiding my face behind York.
I knew York was relishing this. So often had her sisters avoided talking about her vampiric side, treating it as taboo, now that they were curious, and alcohol had loosened their tongues, she was more than happy to show that other side to her, as long as they accepted it.
We continue talking for some time, drinking merrily. York's vampiric side is a topic often brought up, but Marya is also a hot topic, alongside my own work as Commander and even our unborn child. Howe joins us for a time, before waving goodbye and joining another table with Littorio and Illustrious.
Eventually, both me and York decide that it's late enough. It's 11:15, and we promised the babysitter we would be back at 12 at the latest. Truly, we had been so swept up in all the alcohol-fuelled discussion and laughter that the time had escaped us, I really didn't think we would be this long originally.
I'm a little tipsy, flushed from the wine. York picks up her handbag, waving goodbye to her siblings. It's the happiest I've seen her interacting with them in a long time, and I mention as much to her.
"Hmm. I suppose I did delight in showing my thrall off." She licks her fangs while shooting me a dazzling smile. "It was… refreshing, to have them me curious about mine own condition."
She hugs me tighter, and just as we are walking past the bar towards the door, I notice something. A familiar figure slumped on the bar, looking very drunk. It occurs to me that while Wales had said she was attending, we had never really seen her. So this is where she had been.
Wales is wearing a lovely red dress, accented with gold and light blue. It fit her perfectly, and I have to say, it was rather fetching.
I pull York in the direction of Wales, and while she gives me a confused look to begin with, she quickly notices the state of her sister and follows suit. The bar is quieter now, and we secure seats next to Wales.
Almost immediately, Belfast appears yet again. "What can I get for the Lady York and my delightful Master?" I go to deny her, we hadn't come to drink, only check on Wales, but York can't help herself and orders another glass of wine for me, and another her 'faux' wine for herself.
I notice a glass of gold coins on the side of the bar for tip, and quickly sling some pocket change in as thanks to Belfast for her service, and she gives me a cute smile and a professional curtsey. How did she even manage to pull that off so well in that slim dress?
York speaks up, her voice full of unusual concern for her sister. "Wales, how art thou? Thy visage appears lonesome. Why didst thou not join us at the table?"
Wales takes her head off the bar and gives a clearly drunk smile. "Sorry York. I *hic* arrived a bit late and didn't want to disturb you lot. I just decided to have some quiet drinks… alone."
Belfast reappears and gives Wales a pitying look. "Lady Wales has been downing wine by the gallon. I'm afraid I have had to cut her off… that is the last." She motions to the half-empty glass that Wales has by in her hand.
"Is something the matter sister?" I feel like I want to say something, but I'm best left just leaving to my wife, simply listening and offering my advice if it's needed.
"I…" Wales looks like she's going to deny it, but then smiles heartily and nods. It's odd… it's not like she's sad or anything, her smile seems genuine enough, but clearly, something is annoying her.
"…just dating, if I'm honest."
York reacts with surprise at this, her face flushing red. "Oh. I'm afraid I do not have much experience in that area of social interactions. My Adonis is the only one I hath dated."
"No need to rub it in." Wales grins jokingly at this, but York takes it the wrong way, looking horrified.
"Oh my. How uncouth of me. Sorry."
Wales laughs. "No no. It's fine. I'm happy for you. It's just, you have him. Howe has that lovely guy from engineering. Even Belfast…" She waves extravagantly towards the maid, while speaking loudly, attracting her attention. "…has Enterprise."
"I'm just having some trouble is all. It'll be fine. Eventually." Belfast, having heard the nature of the conversation walks over once more with a warm smile.
"Do you know how long it took for me and Enterprise to admit our feelings? A lifetime." She chuckles. "Do not fret so, Lady Wales, I'm sure the right person is out there for you. A human… or even fellow kansen perhaps?"
Wales smiles and thanks Belfast for the reassuring words. "I… yes. I know. And believe me, I have no shortage of suitors. I do look like this, after all!" She laughs drunkenly again and motions to her body.
"Well. The young man I'm currently working with is delightful. A truly good man. And he's single." Belfast grins and motions towards the male bartender who had served me earlier, he's currently working hard, serving several pints to some of the Ironblood girls.
Wales's eyes scan over him, as if seeing him for the first time. "Hmmm. Not bad, not bad at all. That waistcoat is quite dashing on him." Even I have to admit, he looks quite handsome, especially in his bar attire.
I start to feel a bit self-conscious about all three of the ladies' eyes resting on him, but York knows full well where my mind lies and whispers in my ear so that Wales can't hear. "He is handsome, true enough. But he doesn't hold a candle to my Adonis, who doth shine as bright as a star in the midnight sky."
Godamnit, she knew exactly what to say and when to say it. My heart grows three sizes in pride and I hug my wife back tightly. Eventually, though, York returns her attention to her sibling. Inching along in her seat till they are touching shoulders, a show of camaraderie.
"Well then, tis settled. Belfast shall give that lovely male thy number. And if that fails, I'm sure my husband knows many eligible bachelors who would die for the chance to woo such a fine noblewoman. Isn't that right, my Adonis?"
I grin and nod. It was very much true. I'm surprised to see York slide an arm around her sibling in a hug. "I shalt try my hardest to ensure thou findeth a partner. So keep thy spirits high~"
York smiles reassuringly at Wales, and the battleship seems to appreciate the gesture. She wasn't exactly in a bad mood to begin with… but she definitely seemed better now.
"We must be off. The babysitter awaits our return. Good eve, and sweet morn to you, my dear Wales." Wales waves us off, as I see Belfast whispering to the male bartender, a blush immediately shooting up his neck as he risks a glance at Wales.
I chuckle and head out into the cold night with my wife close at my side, heading slowly back home.
When we get there, Marya has indeed been put to sleep, and the babysitter is happily watching some TV. Marya it seemed had actually behaved very well, probably due to York's stern talking too beforehand. We thank the young girl, pay in cash and let her on her way. Both me and York are exhausted from the party, even if in reality, we hadn't done much except drink and talk. It was amazing how being social could be so draining.
York quickly heads for the bedroom to get out of the tight lace dress and into her more comfortable nightwear. I'm about to join her, but pass Marya's room, and can't help but make a diversion to check on the second love of my life.
I open the door as quietly as possible, keeping my movements slow. I don't really know what had prompted me to check on her, fatherly instinct I suppose?
I just wanted to make sure she was ok. I approach the bed and smile warmly, seeing her snoring away peacefully, much like York this morning. In fact, the resemblance is almost uncanny.
She's managed to kick some of the duvet off covering her, and I rearrange it, covering her once more, making sure she is snug. My heart aches slightly, painfully aware that I hadn't spent much time with my daughter today. In fact, as of late, she seemed to spend more and more time with her various aunties. She loved every second of that of course, but I silently promise myself that tomorrow, after I pick her up from school, I'll take her out to town, to one of the ice cream parlours that she loved, have a proper father-daughter afternoon out.
I leave as quietly and quickly as I'd entered, just in time for York to exit the bedroom still in her dress.
"Truly. Thou art a caring father. Now…" Her eyes immediately flash red as a hungry lust descends on the noblewoman's visage. "Let us get that shirt off you… and more besides."
York promptly uses her strength to playfully pull me towards the bedroom, all the while kissing and nibbling at me. While I was tired from the evening… I suppose I could find some more energy in me.
-XXX Start-
It doesn't take York much effort to push me straight onto the bed, closing the door behind us, giving me a look I was intimately familiar with. "Clothes. Off."
I don't need asking twice and unbutton the rest of my shirt, shrugging it from my shoulders and starting on my trousers as my wife just stands watching me, licking her fangs.
I kick my trousers off, cock already straining at my underwear as I also get rid of them, leaving me naked. I look up at her expectedly. "What was the point of leaving that on?"
I point at her black dress and she just grins. "Simple. I know thou likes it. It gets you hard… doesn't it?" I mean, she has a point. It was lovely, the tight lace, contrasting with her skin, showing just the right amount of skin to be adventurous but not uncouth.
"I want to explore what we did earlier if it pleases thou?"
Oh, the connection thing? I nod eagerly. It had been a unique experience for sure. I wasn't against experimenting with it more.
Dork promptly opens our bond and I feel our connection grow stronger until that peaceful equilibrium is achieved, our feelings and minds synced.
It's so weird. I still have presence of self. I am me. I'm lying on the bed, heart beating rapidly as my cock hardens, looking at my stunning wife giving me the sexiest of looks, hands gliding of her skin teasingly.
Yet… I can also feel her. Her own racing heart. Her own lust. Her own dripping wet pussy, her panties already flooded as she struggles to compose herself, to stop herself from just taking me right there and then. Because she knows it will be fun to play this game.
I can kind of already see what she plans to do, but I quickly stop peaking at that, I didn't want to spoil the surprise too much now, did I?
But I do get a glimpse into her next moves, so I'm not surprised when she walks towards the bed, but instead of joining me, motions for me to stay put, instead reaching the bedside drawer on her side and pulling out the item she was after.
As she moves back to where she was at the foot of the bed, she shows it to me. A medium-sized, 8-inch dildo. Realistically modelled, soft, but still rigid too. The whole toy is a matte pink, but not bright pink, more of a subdued pink, suiting her hair colour.
She rarely used the toy. As she had said to me in the past. "Why hath such an artificial cock when the real thing is by side." But we had occasionally used it for other sexy play together and she had used it a handful of times when I had been away… it's why I bought it for her after all.
Her intentions become quite clear as she parts her luxurious party dress, showing her panties, dripping just as I had seen in her head. I could feel her cunt pulsing, her trepidation as she holds the toy, knowing full well she's going to ram it into herself, as deep as she can possibly push it.
York slides her beautiful panties down to her ankles, but leaves them there, dangling just off the floor. She knew I liked that… Something about panties bunched up around her ankles got me so hard, and I really didn't know what it was.
A thin string of girl cum drips from her lower lips onto the fabric, collecting tantalizingly on the fabric. I already wanted to lick all of that delightfully lewd juice up, savouring it on my tongue.
I don't even need to say anything, York knows, because she can feel what I want. She gives in, dipping a finger into her warm twat making sure to collect a lot of her arousal between her fingers, practically scooping it out of her pussy and holding her hand out to me.
I greedily lean forward and take her hand in my mouth, hungrily licking every inch of skin I can find to get all of the tangy love juice, enjoying the taste of turned-on wife immensely.
She steps back again, the whole point of her game was that we didn't touch. But, the next question does come as a surprise. "Doth thou consent to allowing me to bend thy will, for a time?"
Using her dominion over me as my master? A shiver runs up my spine. She could order me to do… anything. I would have no say, no power. I would simply obey, my body out of my own control.
…and god did that sound kind of hot. It wasn't the first time she had used that power in the bedroom, but it was incredibly rare, and given the already unique situation where we are sharing one another's minds and pleasure, it was sure to be a wild ride.
I nod and my vampiric mistress gives a genuinely warm smile. "Thanks. My thrall." She giggles at her use of the unusual term; one she hadn't really used before. She was gauging my reaction and is happy to see my cock twitch at her more domineering behaviour tonight.
"Hands behind you." I feel the order course through me, and my hands automatically assume a handcuffed position behind myself, and I am unable to budge them, no matter how hard I may try.
"Watch me." To be honest, this was a rather unnecessary order. Why the hell would I tear my eyes away from the beautiful, sexy vampiress in front of me, especially when I knew what she was about to do.
She rubs the top of the dildo against her lips, gritting her teeth and moaning at how sensitive even just her outer lips are. And I feel it. The tip just scratching the edge of her most private place, how much she wants to just thrust it in, how she's stopping herself, taking so much effort, so it's more a show for me.
And damn, do I appreciate it. York knows this already and shoots me a fanged smile. Eventually giving in to temptation, opening her legs apart as she stands straight, and slips the plastic cock inside, right up the base in one fluid movement, spearing her insides, vaginal walls clenching at the foreign object, the tip hitting deep.
Once again, I feel it. Every moment. Whereas the earlier handjob, York felt what it was like to both give and receive a handjob, and even a male orgasm, this was the reverse. I was feeling what it was like to have a mighty fine cock just slide effortlessly into your pussy, how full it felt. How pleasurable it was.
Fuuuuck! Holy Shit! It was intense. My cock twitches yet again, then again. Angrily throbbing as it leaks inordinate amounts of precum, weeping as my shaft starts to shine with the lewd liquid. But no matter what, I can't touch it.
York's eyes are focused on me, but start waver, becoming half-lidded as the beauty slides the dildo out, already covered in pussy juice, dripping down onto her soaked panties. Before she slams it back into her with force.
I can feel the effort it takes her to keep upright as she begins to fuck herself properly with the toy, setting a rhythmic pace as she batters her cunt, cute moans slipping from her mouth… and my own.
I'm not doing anything. My body is still, not being touched or fucked in the slightest. But I can feel her being fucked. And the indescribable pleasure coursing through her veins.
And while I can't touch it… my cock is getting off to it. The pleasure is constant as I feel the dildo ram deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I mewl disappointed as York pulls it fully out, waving it in front of me lewdly, taunting me.
"Thou wishes for me to fuck myself more? For thy own pleasure? How selfish~" York's playful mirth returns as she wrangles control of her lust, agonisingly slowly, she forces me to watch as she takes the head of the dildo she had been eagerly pumping in and out of her twat mere seconds ago and bring it to her lips, swirling her tongue seductively around it.
She can taste her own pussy on it… which means so can I… the familiar flavour from before all the stronger now her cunt has been stirred up with the thick toy. She slides it deeper, and deeper into her mouth, just showing off how deep she can take it.
She even chokes slightly, and my own body upon feeling it gags in reflex. I force it down, and my brain has trouble comprehending the circumstances, having an almost uncanny valley moment.
I choked on… nothing. But I only chocked because I felt York chocking on the dido she was shoving down her throat, just to show off, and turn herself on further.
York smiles at me, and I feel her probe our connection for a second. She knows I'm fine, so gives a wink and moves the dildo, now slathered with a generous amount of her saliva back to her pussy.
She wastes no time, shoving it back inside her tight folds. And setting an even faster pace. I can feel her building climax, so close now. Her moans getting louder and louder. I quickly remind her in my thoughts that while Marya slept like a log, there was a limit to how loud she can be.
She nods silently and tries to keep her moans from getting any louder. Her pussy contracts and I feel her orgasm. I feel exactly what my wife feels like when she orgasms, knocking the breath out of me. My cock, with no extra stimulation, no touching, immediately spurts out load after load of cum, covering the bed.
York takes a few minutes, but she slides the dildo out of her and puts it on one side, sliding the panties back up her legs and grabbing a towel to clean up my mess from the en-suite. She looks at me curiously, then realises something.
With a somewhat sheepish look, she silently undoes the previous orders which she had forgotten, finally freeing my hands to move. I groan, my whole body shaking, still sensitive. She also breaks the link at the same time, reverting back to normal.
"How was that then? My Adonis? I had heard a hands-free orgasm is truly something special. I thought it was. Thoughts?"
"God… York that was… phenomenal." She laughs happily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Is that all for tonight? Or would thou like to indulge in some of our regularly scheduled debauchery?" She can see my mind going back and to on the matter. On one hand, I would like that… but on the other, I was kind of exhausted.
She tries to cajole me into it with a winning smile. "You can be the dominant one this time if thou wishes. And we can be quick… how about this lovely tongue… these lips… used however you want them?"
Just her sultry words are enough to pique my interest and harden my cock back up. York clasps her hands together, delighted that I've decided on a second round, even if that is just using her mouth.
I stand from the bed, and my wife automatically lowers to her knees, eying my crotch hungrily. As she does, she starts to remove the dress from her shoulders. I presume to give a better look at her nude form while she gives head, but I quickly stop her.
"No no. Leave it on." I speak forcefully and York grins.
"Oh? Told you. Thou likes this dress." She licks her fangs, her mouth getting closer and closer to my cock. "I'm guessing thou wants to mark it… with thy seed? Facefuck me in it?" She chuckles, and her hot breath on my tip causes a muted groan to slip from my mouth.
"Be my guest. Use my face. My dress. My mouth, however, you desire, my Adonis." I immediately take my wife up on the lewd offer, moving that little bit of space between us, resting my throbbing hard dick on her face.
She's forced to close her eyes as I smear pre-cum over her face, and I gently hold the back of her head, forcing her closer. I even move to the side slightly, running my tip up and down both ears, leaking my arousal all over them.
A shiver runs through her body at this simple action, and she nuzzles my twitching dick with her nose, giving it a quick peck with her lips, before pressing even closer and taking a deep sniff, sighing in bliss.
"Fuck. Dear, have I ever told thee how good thy cock smells…" she flicks her tongue out for only a second, running up the length of the girthy member before stopping and humming in appreciation. "…and tastes? Tis like the ambrosia of gods."
I can't help but laugh. "Yes… I think you might have mentioned it once or twice."
The vampiress narrows her turquoise eyes in warning, taking the length of my shaft between her teeth, before running her fangs down it quickly, the spark of pain causing me to grit my teeth.
"Twas a rhetorical question."
"Hey now. I thought I was the dominant one this time…"
"That is what thou is welcome to believe." She grins ear to ear playfully, her eyes shining red just for a second, purely for effect.
She adjusts herself on the floor, moving her knees slightly to get into a better position. I'm amused when she takes another large sniff, relishing the musky scent of my cock.
Well, if that's what she liked. I clutch the back of her head a bit tighter, pulling her closer as my other hand falls to my groin, teasing my shaft until I eventually start to slowly jack off on my wife's face.
York seems to delight in this. "Oh. Using just my face first, not my lips? Kinky." She practically drools as I pump my cock, covering her face in saliva as well as my precum. In that dress, on her knees like that, worshipping my cock, how it smells, how it looks, how it tastes. Fucking hell. That was so damn hot.
I can't help myself and, surprising York, pull back and thrust into her lips. There is a little resistance from her tight lips, but as soon as she realises what I'm doing, she opens the tight hole slightly, allowing my shaft passage into the wet heat of her mouth, her tongue already willing and waiting to attend to my needs.
I hold York's head steady while I buck my hips into her face, softly, slowly. Rolling my cock all around her mouth, making sure she gets to savour the taste and the scent before pulling back out, York whimpering in disappointment as her tongue tries its best to cling to me.
I rest my cock on her face yet again, this time drenched in a mixture of lewd fluid, and grab some of her beautiful bright pink hair, lewdly wrapping it around my cock and stroking myself on her face again. Her hair is silky soft, but against my sensitive shaft, it feels rough and course, and very very stimulating.
Even York blushes at this rather unconventional approach, but I can tell she loves it, her knees shaking as her pussy starts to drip yet again. Her hair would smell like my cock for several days after this now, the heady scent turning her on whenever she detected it.
She gives in to her own lust, dipping a hand into her panties and starting to roll her clit around between her fingers slowly, causing little quiet moans to slip from her mouth even as she drowns in the smell of my cock, rubbing her nose against my cock in a desperate attempt to get more of the scent into her nose.
I want to be careful with my strokes. To make it last, but already, this is proving difficult. There's so much I want to do, rub my cock against her ears some more, sheath the whole length down her throat, grab even more of my wife's hair and use it as a sex toy…
But I have to choose one, at least at the moment. I opt for her ears, letting go of her hair and gently adjusting my grip so as to turn her head, and I start thrusting my tip up and down the length of her pointed ear.
It feels good, not as stimulating as the hairjob, not by far, but it's the kinkiness of it that really gets my dick throbbing. York continues to masturbate, her breath fast her cheeks flushed as I use her sensitive ears for my own pleasure.
Eventually, I finally decide enough is enough, I pull back and flash her a smile. "I'm going to put it in again, ok?" I give her some more warning this time, and she nods happily, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.
York's fangs are clearly visible with her mouth like this, and I place my cock on her tongue, directly between them and plunge my cock deeper and deeper into her gullet, nestling deep into her throat.
She takes it like a champ, eyes fixed on me, and what would look like a smug grin if it wasn't stuffed with cock, as continues to bring herself closer and closer to orgasm with just her hands.
Her throat is tight, as always. And incredibly warm. Her tongue continues trying its best, weaving around my shaft as she drools onto the floor, fangs brushing the sides of my dick on occasion, only adding to the experience.
I thrust repeatedly, until eventually, I pull out and just start stroking my cock at my wife's face, as she looks up at me expectantly, a fanged grin clear on her visage.
"Yes. My Adonis. Cum. Fucking cum. All over my face, all over this beautiful dress thou finds so enrapturing. Deface me with thy seed. Please. Please, thy warm plentiful bounty of lust all over my body."
York speaks huskily, speaking in a hushed tone as she begs me to cover her in my load, and she quickly gets what she wants. The first load shoots out and enters her open mouth, covering her fangs and her teeth with semen.
She immediately closes her mouth and swallows it. As she does, the second and third load fly out and cover her face, her nose, and start to run down her face, creating a beautifully lewd display as she is slathered in her lover's musk.
I change target for my fourth and final load of cum, pointing at her chest, and the pristine lovely black dress, doing just what I wanted to do, staining the luxurious material with my white seed, marking it, the evidence of our hot oral session clear.
York in the meanwhile brings herself to climax expertly, giving a quiet moan, closing her eyes cutely as she rocks and shakes on the floor, orgasming almost silently. Finally, she brings her finger out of her underwear, drenched with pussy juice, and uses it to start collecting the cum drenched all over her face.
-XXX End-
The battleship does her best to clean herself up, but she still looks a little bit of a mess. She must know this however because she simply giggles and motions towards the en-suite.
"I doth believe a quick wash is in order. Thou marked me… rather thoroughly. Excited, with lustful abandon were we? How primal."
I chuckle. "Maybe." I quick check at my own body shows I'm covered in sweat. "I think I might join you."
York nods happily before hugging me close. "Excellent."
I whisper in her ear, already knowing what's going through her mind. "No… not another round in the shower as well… Marya will never get to school in the morning if her father has been drained dry of energy… and more besides."
York sighs and relents. "Very well. At least let me feast, I feel the hunger building… If thou denies me, I am not responsible for thou being devoured during thy restful night."
I smile. "Of course, your most welcome to drink. But come on, let's get to that shower."
We both kiss each other delicately on the lips before heading for the ensuite. I was tired, a little tipsy… but very, very happy. Hopefully, I would actually be up in the morning to get Marya to school…
The little one would be very unimpressed otherwise…