“Aefre,” he says, concerned. “You need human blood.”
“I know,” I say. “I will make arrangements tomorrow when I take Delinda to see Remiel. But for now, I need you.”
“You know that my blood will affect you differently now that you are no longer my charge?” he asks.
“Yes, it is potent, but mmm, so delicious,” I say.
“Gods,” he mutters, and I can see the erection grow in his pants. “We need to be careful now. You can only take small amounts.”
“Stop being so responsible,” I chide him. “I want your blood, and so does your daughter.”
“Well, that’s not weird,” he says and turns his back on me.
“You find it weird that your child craves your blood?” I a
sk in disbelief.
“Don’t you?” he asks, turning back to me with a fretful look.
“No!” I say to him with a loud guffaw. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Sweet,” he repeats. “Far be it from me to deny the two loves of my life then.”
I grin at him and get ready to pounce, but he holds his hands up. “Decorum, for goodness sake’s woman. Let me get undressed first.”
“Even better,” I say, suddenly so horny. I have no idea where that has come from as I have been feeling kind of “not in the mood” for a while now. Sure, I still want sex, just not as much as I used to. But now I am a rampant little rabbit. I Astral my clothes off quickly and dive on my husband as he is still struggling with his pants. We crash to the floor in a tangle of clothes and limbs, laughing loudly and with complete abandon. My mood is light, and I feel on top of the world as I straddle CK and slip him inside me without further ado. He feels amazing, rock hard and rubbing me in the right spot. I grip him with my thighs and ride him so violently I worry at one point if I am going to break his cock. But that is the furthest thought from his mind. He is in utter bliss as I grind my hips down again and again, driving him even further into me.
“Fuck, yes,” he shouts out and detonates inside me, gripping my hips tightly.
I revel in his complete loss of control. He has finished before I have even got started and it excites me to know that I made him lose his cool. I unleash my claws and rake them down his chest, never once losing my rhythm and he cries out, “Oh, Aefre!”
Hearing my name on his lips as he shudders again, flooding me with his seed, brings forth my own shattering orgasm that tears through me twice. We are so drenched in our own juices that he is sliding out of me as I continue to fuck him senseless.
I know what is coming next as he lets out a savage roar and flips us over so that I am underneath him and then he turns me over and pulls me up onto my knees. He rams his cock into my rear, and I scream with the pleasure of him tearing into me. Fuck, this feels so good.
He brings his hand around to flick my clit and I tremble as I come again. He cups his hand against my soaking wet pussy and groans as he moves his fingers inside. He is leaning heavily into my back and his weight is pushing me to the floor as he continues to drive into me from behind.
“Fuck, Aefre,” he gasps as we collapse to the carpet and he shoots his load into me. We are both covered in sweat and cum and it is the sweetest smell to my renewed Vampire senses.
“Blood,” I rasp. “Now.”
He takes me by the scruff of my neck and guides me towards his jugular. My fangs descend and I chomp down on him, slurping like a wild beast to slake my burning thirst. As I continue to take and take, he settles me on his lap and once again enters me, unable to help himself. He pumps me up and down and I let him use me like a blow-up doll. I am more interested in his blood right now than another orgasm.
That is, until one bubbles up, and I clench around him with a purr that sends a vibration right through his body and straight to his cock.
I release him, more satisfied than I have been in a long time. This is what Vampire sex is all about: savage fucking and blood. I couldn’t feel more alive now if I tried.
“Sweet Jesus,” CK says, panting. “You are unbelievable.”
“Back at you,” I say and kiss him so he can lick his own blood from my lips.
“I really didn’t know how much I missed your strength until you got it back,” he says. “As much as I loathe that bastard, I am glad that he turned you back.”
His words surprise me slightly. I thought he was putting on a calm, brave face about my new sire. But it truly does seem that he has accepted it and isn’t worried about it.
I hope.
“Me too,” I say, running my hand through his hair.