King of the Damned

Part 4 - The Change

Song: Change - Deftones

As soon as her body came into contact with his, all doubts, fears, or nerves completely disappeared from Harry's body. He felt only desire. That connection he had felt from the beginning, just as intense - if not more so. He snuck one hand around her waist and pulled her against him, the other moving to cup her face and jaw, wasting no time in drinking from her lips as he smashed his mouth down to hers. He had been denied the taste of her the night before, but there were no such limitations on tonight. Tonight, he could drink his fill, and he planned to. Pushing with his body, he walked them until her back hit the wall. Her mouth was open, inviting in his tongue -  which entered happily, dancing around her mouth with enthusiasm . He felt her sharp fangs knick his tongue with a sharp sting, the metallic taste of blood joined their saliva, eliciting a moan from them both at the flavor. Estrilda took his tongue fully into her mouth and started suckling at the wound, already drunk off of his aroma. Small sparkles tickled her throat as she swallowed his red elixer.

Harry's head was spinning, his body burning with greed to have more. He liberated his tongue from her suction and bit on her bottom lip as he pulled back. Without fangs, he did not bite hard enough to break skin, but that didn't stop her from moaning into his mouth at the action. He pulled his head away and started kissing and sucking his way down her neck, spending more time on the spots that had her knees buckling. Leaving marks that seemed to fade as quickly as he put them there, he made his way down her delectable cleavage. Bringing both hands up to the material on either side, he pulled harshly and ripped the material apart, freeing her breasts for his feasting. His large, rough palms came up and completely encompassed her breasts, massing and kneading them, desperately pulling one nipple into his mouth and then the other, like it was a taste contest and he couldn't decide which one tasted better.

His hips had her pinned to the wall, and were involuntarily grinding against her, his large cock pressing against her throbbing center with each mindless thrust. She was breathing heavily at the intensity of his passion for her, heat pooling in her lower belly in anticipation.

Harry finally relinquished his assault on her breasts before lowering himself to his knees before her. A servant on his knees before his queen. 

Looking up at her through his thick eyelashes, he slid his hands up the slits in her skirt in search of underwear to pull down. "I don't know if there's a specific ceremony or ritual or whatever to this, but please, let me taste you first. I'm desperate for a taste of you, love." His gravely voice, raw with desire and begging for her only caused more arousal to drip down her inner thighs, unencumbered by the lack of panties.

She smirked at the look on his face when his hands found nothing but skin in place of what he was searching for. Surprised, he groaned and leaned his face forward into her, his nose pressing against her heat through the fabric in the front of the dress. "Fuuuucckkkk," he groaned out before inhaling deeply through his nose to breathe in her essence. "Such a dirty girl....So perfect...." He mumbled, before pulling the fabric aside to get a good view of her glistening cunt in front of him. He touched the arousal on her legs, collecting it on his finger before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking harshly, moaning at the taste like it was ambrosia.

As if the taste of her flipped a switch in him, he pulled the fabric of the dress roughly apart, gathering the entirety of her skirt in one fist behind her hips, baring her to him completely. In the same movement, he dove forward and latched his mouth against her heat. Licking up her folds, collecting, swallowing, drinking every last drop her could get, as if he was the last liquid on earth and he had been stranded in the desert for years. His moans and eagerness to devour her had her orgasm building faster than she thought possible. Her legs started to buckle, but he simply brought one leg over his shoulder to support her weight, his other hand moving towards his mouth. He teased around her entrance for a second before thrusting 2 long fingers into her, curling and massaging against her front wall.