Bloodrotic series 1: (Friedrich X Imee)
A story about a Mafia and a Vampire that meet under the moonlight at the vast of river. Just a one night stand they make a deal that just to fill their own needs of pleasure until both of them fall in love.
W...
Oops! Ang larawang ito ay hindi sumusunod sa aming mga alituntunin sa nilalaman. Upang magpatuloy sa pag-publish, subukan itong alisin o mag-upload ng bago.
WARNING: INTENSE SMUT!!
As Imee took out a special item for Fred, a pumping tool designed to milk him dry, Fred felt the cold, unyielding grip of shackles and chains restraining his wrists and arms.
"Darling," Fred panted heavily, his huge member straining against the leather brief.
"Call me Mommy for now, baby boy," Imee commanded authoritatively, smacking Fred hard in his leg using a leather whip.
Fred winced slightly at the sting of the whip but quickly nodded, his breath ragged.
"Yes, Mommy," he managed to say, his voice strained with a mix of anticipation and submission.
Imee's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she saw him comply.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers lightly over the growing bulge in his leather briefs. She took her time, enjoying the power she held over him.
She lowered his briefs, exposing his large, throbbing member. After applying lubricant, she inserted the pumping tool and began to pump with a steady rhythm, causing his member to swell beyond its usual size.
"Now, let's see how much you can take," she said pumping him to the edge repeatedly without letting him find release. The pumping tool worked rhythmically, bringing Fred to the brink of ecstasy only to back off again, prolonging his torment and pleasure.
Fred's breathing became more ragged with each passing moment, his body straining against the shackles.
"Please, Mommy," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "I need... I can't take much more."
Imee's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight.
"Oh, you can take much more, baby boy," she teased, running the whip gently down his chest. "You've been a very naughty boy, and naughty boys need to be punished properly."
She increased the intensity of the pumping tool, making Fred's entire body shudder with the overwhelming sensation. His hands clenched into fists as he fought to maintain control, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"You're doing so well," Imee cooed, placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling out.
"Please, Mommy, I can't hold on," Fred pleaded, his voice cracking under the strain. "Aahh ahh fuck, it's getting bigger"
Imee leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.
"You're not allowed to release until I say so," she whispered, her tone firm and unyielding. She flicked the whip across his chest again, leaving a faint red mark. "Do you understand?"
Fred nodded desperately, his entire body trembling.
"Yes, Mommy," he choked out, his eyes half-lidded with need.
Imee continued her methodical torture, alternating between the whip and the pumping tool, never allowing Fred the release he so desperately craved. She reveled in his helplessness, the power she wielded over him making her feel exhilarated.
