After the climax Regina brought me, I was drained. She was now hovering over me, observing me attentively, breathing in and out with me as my orgasm subdued. Which appeared to be very considerate since she didn't require to breathe. I thought so from the very beginning yet I frequently witnessed her breathing so I didn't second guess it. Later, she told me that she wasn't actually in need of it. I offered her my vein as I cocked my head to the side. I was conscious of just how ravenous she became during sex. It was not genuine thirst for blood any longer; it was famine for even more of me. To possess me in whatever capacity she could.
"Oh dear, that is very tempting," she moaned. But rather than the severe discomfort I was bracing myself for, she solely ran the tip of her tongue along my vein down to my collar bone. "But there is a vein that I favor a lot more," she mused.
Then she let her teeth trail down my body. She did not break the skin, yet it most certainly would leave some marks. wherever her fangs slithered, I felt goosebumps.
Once she attained her destination she not so gently spread my legs. She kissed my thigh initially, and I recognized that now she was mapping my skin with her mouth. She was able to sense the blood pulsing inside my veins against the tip of her tongue. She was also letting me know where I could anticipate the penetration. It encouraged me to unwind further.
I already felt soaked after our initial session, and the knowledge that I would shortly be bitten merely made the sensation deeper. There was something excessively animalistic about Regina feeding on me. I felt one more lick of her tongue and I realized what's coming.
She penetrated my flesh with her fangs while thrusting two fingers deep inside of me. I arched from bed due to the abrupt intrusion in both areas. My hand instinctively slipped into her hair as I moaned her name in agony and ecstasy. She adored it as I let her fangs to sink further into me. However, she once advised caution while performing it. She had no intention of harming me.
She commenced to pump her fingers at a rapid pace while feasting on me. Her thumb concentrated on my clit and I felt myself getting close. She was able to sense that from my blood that was still pouring into her mouth.
When she retracted her fangs I nearly sobbed from the loss. I needed even more of her as she constantly needed more of me. Her crimson-stained lips attacked my clit, sucking, circling while her fingers slammed into me as fiercely as she could go.
I clenched my fist in her hair, my other hand gripping the mattress. Chanting her name, I exploded onto her fingers. I undoubtedly would have reached the heavens if she hadn't used her free hand to grasp my thighs. I was trembling wildly from the impact of my orgasm. Regina was still between my legs as she completed the show of sucking her fingers clean when I at last opened my eyes.
"I simply adore all your fluids, my dear," she smirked once more and I urged her to get to me and kiss me. Long ago I got accustomed to the savour of myself combined with blood. It didn't bother me anymore. Not from her lips. Not from her tongue.
"I believed that you enjoyed feasting on me while feeling my orgasm." I flipped her over and inquired, "You said it tastes phenomenal in my blood."
She pushed me down to kiss me once again while locking her arms around my neck. "We still have time for that, my love. It was perilous to let yourself orgasm while drinking from that vein. Your body might spasm and I might hurt you. Worry not though, I will have a taste of your climax later tonight," she murmured with a mischievous grin as she rolled us over once again. "Or maybe right now."
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Laying next to my utterly spent wife was more than I could have ever asked for. Never once will I take it for granted. I was aware that Emma went beyond her comfort zone for me. Sure, she eventually became fond of it but if she hadn't even given me a chance of demonstrating her how pleasurable it could be, there was absolutely nothing I could have done about that.
I still occasionally wonder when I got to be so fortunate but Emma purely silences me with kisses or touches or simply with her smile. She still claims she is the blessed one. Oh my sweet Swan, you have no idea. Despite the fact that we are now officially Swan Mills, I still frequently refer to her as Swan, because that's what she is. My devoted Swan.
In her slumber, Emma made a slight motion that revealed her neck. I healed the scar she was left with from her adolescence long ago. She almost broke down in tears of adoration when I asked her if I could cure it since I was aware that she detested it. You would do that for me? She inquired. My silly swan. I'd go to any lengths for you. Any. I responded at the time. And the more I am with her, the more I would do for her.
"Gina, I can hear your thoughts. Would you just please get some sleep?" Emma mumbled half dead from fatigue.
"Actually, my love, you can't hear them. Minds cannot be heard by human beings," I chuckled.
"Yes, regarding that... I no longer desire to be a human. I cannot die, Gina. Not without you."
"We've discussed this. I have magic, I'll keep you youthful and beautiful and very much alive as long as you're close to me," I leaned over and kissed her. I was aware that such spells couldn't cover greater distances.
She inquired, "You can really do that?"
"Mmmh. Do you truly believe I would let you die on my side? Never," I reassured her while kissing her temple. "Go back to sleep, my love. I'm aware that you are exhausted."
"After having so many orgasms, you would be too," she mumbled into my neck.
"I can't say I'm sorry," I chuckled.
"I know you're not," she responded and was out again.
I briefly observed her resting before nodding asleep.
Content.
꧁༺ 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ༻꧂
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