Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

🦇 Breakfast in Bed 🔞 🎟️

Ship: Vampire Diane x Reader

🔞: Biting, Cunninglingus, we're jumping into this right away, Bondage, Fingering, Two Orgasms

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Your hands were bound, on Diane's bed with your legs folded under you and spread. Diane was always shy, but when you brought up the fantasy of her tying you up and eating you out until she chose to feed, it made her a stuttering mess. She didn't like to feed on people, but for you to offer under the circumstance that she play with her food first? She couldn't say no to that.

Diane stood in the doorway, her heart racing. She slowly made her way to the bed, climbing onto the mattress as lightly as possible. Her cold breath against your drooling cunt made you squirm in excitement, biting your lip as she kissed your clit. Her fangs nudged your labia gently, drawing out a quiet moan.

Diane ran her tongue over your throbbing bud, quiet moans escaping you and drawing out whines of approval with each lick. "Just like that, Diane!" You whimpered, trying to grind on her face. Her nose nudged your clit, tongue flicking into you.

You struggled in your bindings, shuddering as a wave of euphoria crashed into you. You could feel Diane's fangs gently scraping at your neck, squirming in her hands as a finger slipped into you. Wet kisses on your shoulders and neck, you leaned into her with every kiss and every stroke. "Such a good girl." Diane whispered, slipping a second finger into you as her fangs pierced the skin on your shoulder. A small trickle of blood was lapped up quickly, her saliva keeping the wound from clotting. She continued to lap at your blood, feeling you grind against her fingers. "Oh God!" You cried out loudly, legs trying desperately to close.

Diane let the nibble on your shoulder heal as she moved on to your other shoulder, hearing a soft squeak followed by a shuddered moan. She savored the sweet metallic flavor of your blood, the endorphins of your building orgasm making her want more. Your legs tried to close once more, Diane feeling you cum on her fingers as you shuddered and throbbed around her digits. Her fangs pierced closer to your neck, lapping up blood as you rode out your orgasm.

Diane untied you, dabbing your wounds with alcohol and bandaging them. "Let's do that more often." You suggested, grinning.

"I think we should."