Anthologies of Alastair Darkmoon & Madam Chaos

A Vampire's Kiss

I slowly kiss my way up your inner thigh, each kiss becoming deeper against you. I stop at the top, just before your masculinity. Your pulse is strongest here. I kiss & suck on your skin, tenderizing you, lightly nipping, low noises coming from you. Your muscles tense as I sink my canines into your thigh, then close my lips over the puncture marks, feeling your pulse beat against my lips. I lightly draw your blood into my mouth, filling it, the viscous liquid mixing with my saliva. I pull back, twin trails of blood going down my chin as I watch the same trickle down your thigh.

I take your cock in my mouth. As I move back & forth over your shaft, some of the saliva-blood mix is pushed out, dribbling down my chin, onto my chest. You lacquer your hand in a macabre rapture, spreading it over my chest, to my tits, & down my stomach. You write "my vampire girl" on me before grabbing my nipples, pinching, flicking, twisting.

I stand up, wanting your mouth on me. With my nipples already delicate, your mouth on them is like a brush of ice, slithering across my nape. You play with my nipples between your teeth, lashing them with your tongue, making me whimper. You kiss around my areola before finding a spot you like. You suck hard then bite in. An exclamation from me, long & low, feeling kernels of my vitality flow into you, making a new home in your mouth. I kiss you, our tongues mixing our blood together, holding me against you, the demanding pressure in your lips, your fingers, your very breathing, waking every nerve in me.

You put your hand on my throat, thumb in my mouth, pushing me down so you can slip your member back inside, careful not to slosh out any remaining blood. I use the tip of my tongue to write my own words of devotion across your shaft, unseen, the words just as quickly wiped off with my lips as you surge through me. Moving to your balls, I take them into my mouth, one at a time, the blood making it easy for my tongue & teeth to skate over them, teasing, sucking, coaxing your cum from you. I move back to your manhood, my taste buds in a flurry from all the different flavors from us, embracing you through each push. Wrapping your hand in my hair, I look up at you as you drive yourself to the back of my throat, unleashing your load with a harsh groan, my tongue caressing out every last drop. You leave a droplet of semen upon my brim as you withdraw. I lick it up, moving my tongue around my lips, coloring them with our lineage.

You touch my lips with yours, like pressing a stamp on ink, before you kiss my forehead, leaving an imprint of your lips in red liquid. I am yours.

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I'm creepy for your peepee hehe