She sits alone in the large, dimly-lit dining room. The chill of the polished wooden table beneath her passes through the silk of her black nightgown, giving her goosebumps. She takes another drink from the small glass of water in her left hand. Her left leg crosses over the right one, while her free hand rests at the edge of the table. The scars on her arm are barely noticeable in the dark, even to Raphael, whose vision had been trained to see almost perfectly without much light. He stops as he enters the dining room, surprised to see Amy sitting on the table before him.
Normally he would tell her to sit in a chair and not slouch, but looking at the scantily clad teenager, something overcomes the older vampire. She looks sexy.
"You're still up?" he greets the nocturnal young lady as she swallows the last bit of water, setting aside the empty glass.
"I've been up for a while," she informs him, now setting both hands on the edge of the table, leaning slightly forward in his direction. Raphael's back presses against the cold wall facing Amy, and he stares lustfully at the sitting girl. Although Amy's night vision isn't nearly as enhanced as Raphael's, she senses his gaze piercing through her, and this makes her nervous. She refrains from showing a devious smirk creep up on her lips, knowing exactly what to say, except that he speaks first.
"I'm sorry," he gently says. "I'm sorry for the hurtful things I said to you earlier. I hope you can forgive me for that."
"I already have," she smiles at him in the dark. He smiles back. He leans in to kiss her forehead, his way of saying that everything is alright. Her arms wrap around his waist and she buries her face into him. Neither of them could ever stay upset with the other, no matter how heated a disagreement they may find themselves in. He returns this sweet gesture and embraces the young girl.
"You were right though, daddy." She hadn't called him this in years, which confuses him since not too long ago, she wanted him to stop being her father. He responds when the two bodies start to separate.
"Right about what?" he asks, ignoring this label, not sure where she's going with this.
"I have been acting like a child, especially lately," she confesses, "and I should start acting like an adult."
"Don't take anything I say too seriously," he whispers. "You're perfect just the way you are."
She leans slightly backward, supporting her body with her arms behind her. "I don't think so."
"How can you think that?" Raphael questions.
"Well, because. Whether you meant it or not... I do need to act more like an adult," she answers, uncrossing her legs and slowly pushing herself forward. "And I'm ready to take that first step."
"I see. Well, whatever you choose to do, I give you my full support."
"Good," she deviously replies, turned on by his clueless response. "Come here."
The blonde steps closer toward the girl sitting on the table, and she straightens out her body, making her face closer to his. Her legs start to separate as he nears her, and he notices how nervous she seems. His hands rest aside her on the cold surface, but he remains silent for a few moments.
"So, what is your first step?" he quietly asks her, trying to contain his perversion. Never before had he been this close to Amy without it being because of an injury. That she wanted him this close without any open cuts on her made Raphael have thoughts that he'd had before, but never really thought they would happen. But now, he was certain his wants and desires for the young girl would soon surface.
"I think you know," she nervously answers as her hands leave the table and near Raphael's neck. Her legs now firmly wrap around both sides of Raphael, pulling him to her.
Slowly, his fingers intertwine with Amy's hair, gently massaging her scalp as she sweetly leans in closer to kiss his lips. What starts out as a sweet, innocent and gentle kiss almost immediately escalates to heated passion of desire between the two. His hands rest on her smooth legs, hiking up her short nightgown as far as it goes without actually lifting anything. Her wanting lips crash into his, leaving the both of them almost breathless. Nested perfectly between her legs, he pulls down the thin straps atop her shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses, along with Amy's panting, from her neck to her bare shoulder and back up again. Her back meets the table as Raphael's lips overpower her. He holds her down with his hands pressed against hers as his head sneaks between her legs, kissing up the insides of her thighs. Excitement drips from Amy's body onto the table and Raphael soon presses his warm, soft lips and tongue against her bare entrance, much to his surprise and delight.
"Mm, no panties?" he remarks deliciously in response to her lack of clothing, but she breathes too heavily to say anything back.
She squirms with desire but he holds her down, hands disconnecting from hers to relocate to her abdomen while he licks her, drawing out moans from her sweet lips he'd often dreamed of hearing. He warms her area by cupping her with his warm mouth and finally slides into her, licking up those sweet, constantly replenishing fluids he had consumed earlier that week. Her moans tempt him even further, and his tongue swirls inside her faster in response to these beautiful sounds. To Amy, this seems to go on for hours and she grows impatient, although enjoying his tongue.
"Please..." she starts to beg, but unsure of how to finish her request.
"Hm?" he pulls away to pay closer attention to the dripping girl's needs.
"I... I want you," she says weakly.
"I want you," he returns, putting off a proper response to hear it come out of her, teasing the rest of her body with his tongue.
"Just do me already!" she surprises herself with her straightforwardness and assertiveness, enticing Raphael with such a demand.
"My pleasure," he says while undoing his pants and releasing himself. He presses against her, teasing her one last time before penetrating the heavily moistened virgin.
"Ah!" she lets out as he lets in, with a higher pitch than she normally would speak in. Careful not to hurt the inexperienced girl, he pushes in slowly, feeling her stretch tightly around him, devouring his fullness. Even though her response to his entrance sounded delightful to Raphael, he couldn't possibly continue if he knew he was hurting her.
"Are you feeling alright?" he softly checks, slowing down significantly.
"I... I'm fine, I think," she answers honestly, not expecting her first time to feel like... this. She wasn't really in any pain, but she wasn't necessarily satisfied either. She expected it to be better, and Raphael reassures her.
"Just give it a minute. I'll make you feel amazing," he promises, running his hands up her sides and pulling her back up toward him to ensure a more comfortable starting position. She now rests with her bottom on the table, arms flung around his thick neck as he pushes into her. He backs out and pushes back in, this time slightly deeper. After a few times of this repetitive motion, he fulfills his promise to her, keeping her wet and excited. Their lips forceably meet again, cutting off any sound escaping Amy's mouth until they can no longer breathe and have to separate.
Raphael picks up speed, and over time lowering Amy back down on to the table without exiting her small body. Aligned perfectly, he thrusts into her, watching her breasts sway through her nightgown. Wanting to see more of her, he pulls the lace-trimmed neckline down below her breasts, exposing her completely with just one hand. Her nipples harden at both the excitement and at the coldness of the air surrounding her while Raphael continues feeling her insides, pushing her body across the table in the process.
Before long she starts screaming, not in fear or frustration but in pleasure. He draws in her body by the hips, slamming roughly into the panting girl on the table. He lifts her left leg a little higher, allowing himself to go in deeper yet. Feeling a little faint from the excitement, the teen reaches for Raphael, arms stretched out before her. His hands meet hers halfway, and he pins her to the table when his fingers interlock with hers, never stopping, just like her moans and screams.
Even when she cums, he can't stop pleasing her. However he decides to make it better for the both of them and he pulls out of her, replacing his thrusting with gentle motions of his tongue refusing to let anything from her body land on the floor. She twitches as his tongue traces her swollen, throbbing labia, lapping up the sticky fluids selfishly. He wants all of it. When he has all of it, he wants more.
Certain that nothing else is flowing out any time soon, he pulls away from between her legs, licking the rest of her off his lips, and flips her entire body around. Her stomach now lying flat against the cold surface, he pulls her back so her knees firmly and comfortably rest on the cushioned stools beneath the table. He lowers himself to her again, tasting her some more before picking up where he left off. Her moans continue even after the sweet juices pour out of her, and Raphael continues licking her from behind even though nothing is left. He massages her firm cheeks which rest so closely to his face, slowly spreading them to make room for his tongue, seeking to explore absolutely every last part of her body. As his tongue teases her in soft circles, he begins stroking her already worked up clit, creating sensations in the girl she never knew were possible.
"That... feels... so good," the lightheaded teen eventually confesses, not expecting anything like that to feel as good as it does, and already she wants more.
"Good girl," he welcomes the girl's sexy comments, "just enjoy it, baby." Something about the way he speaks to her always leaves her under his spell and wanting more from him, and Raphael notices her hips moving against the table in sync with his tongue. He puts his finger where his dick was, feeling more wetness appear inside her, and then reconnects their intimate parts. Still a little loosened up from before, Amy immediately feels the pleasure shooting into her. She doesn't even pay attention to the edge of the table digging into her upper thigh every time he thrusts forward, but she figures she'll have two horizontal bruises there in the morning. She feels a hand slither up her side and landing on the side of her breast. She welcomes this, pushing herself away from the polished wood just enough to let him squeeze her plumpness and trap his hand there when she falls back down onto the table in heavy moan. He uses this gentle breast to control her entire body, bringing it toward him with every thrust.
Her arms flail about, trying to maintain some sort of stability on the table, and accidentally knocks over her empty glass of water. As it shatters on the floor, it's as if the sound it makes sets Raphael over the edge. He pulls out and roughly spins her back around and enters her again, guiding her body back toward him. Once she fulfills his silent command he picks her up and sets her against the wall facing the table, allowing for an even more satisfying penetration when instead of pulling her toward him, gravity does it for the two lovers as she sinks onto him. The back side of her thighs rest comfortably on his muscular arms, his hands gripping each cheek. His gentle but rough hands lift her up and drop her, drawing out cries of pleasure, want and satisfaction. He so badly wants to release inside of her at this point, but can't allow himself until she climaxes again, and he can tell it must be getting close to that time. She tightens around him involuntarily, crying out his name as her juices drip out once again, followed by him doing the same only seconds later.
He pulls away from the wall, finding the seat at the table he rested Amy's legs on and sits there with her in his lap. She supports herself by clinging onto his neck, resting her head on his shoulder as if she was a young child being cradled by her father. She knew it was weird that the two felt this way, and also thought of each other romantically and sexually, but it didn't really matter to her. Everyone is flawed in one way or another, and these two would know if anybody did.
The two finally regain their breaths, hers before his but not by much, and he still is inside of her. Her short but well defined legs, decorated with her favorite fishnet stockings, dangle helplessly at his sides.
"You naughty little girl," Raphael laughs quietly.
"What?"
He stares at her for a moment in the darkness. As if she senses it, she pulls her head from his shoulder to look at him. "I think you need to be punished for the way you just acted."
"Punished?" still wet behind the ears, she doesn't quite catch on to his playfulness. "But I-"
"Sh," he interrupts, silencing her with a finger. "It'll be over before you know it."
"What are you going to do to MEEEEEE!" she screams her last word. Her last word as a mortal, something she would never be again. Although in almost as much pain as when she was cured from her cursed disease, she smiles contently and hopefully, looking to a dark, yet beautiful and perfect, future with Raphael.
As the last of her blood enters his body, she grows weak and her body becomes limp, just as she had experienced when he injected her with the cure for this wretched and now returned disease she so longed for.