CHULANE
‘Please?’ the low whisper comes, draped in her tones, and he adjusts his partial shift to reveal skin along his neck, to make it easy and accessible for her to do what was needed. What he very happily supported her doing. He too was long past caring how public they were – cloaked in shadow and off a main thoroughfare, one would have to really be looking for them to spot them anyway. (At least, that’s what he’d tell himself later today, when the initial excitement of having her return to him again had settled.)
The feel of her fangs along his jugular was thrilling to say the least – his breath hitched as anticipation rose, his body seeming to vibrate from the deep hum of satisfaction when they finally pierced his skin. It was like the other times he’d been bitten, physically at least; with a sudden warmth exploding from the point of the bite and travelling down his spine, filling his limbs with renewed sensitivity and settling rather hotly at his manhood.
Hips rolled forward as his cock pressed urgently against the confines of his pants, the pressure and friction of her nearness, the bite - he nearly blew his load then and there like a much younger, inexperienced version of himself might have done. As it was, he groaned deeply with the effort of restraining himself, pressing his lips against the crook of her neck, arms pulling her in closer still, chest rising and falling as deep breaths reveal the effort behind the restraint.
The feel of her fangs along his jugular was thrilling to say the least – his breath hitched as anticipation rose, his body seeming to vibrate from the deep hum of satisfaction when they finally pierced his skin. It was like the other times he’d been bitten, physically at least; with a sudden warmth exploding from the point of the bite and travelling down his spine, filling his limbs with renewed sensitivity and settling rather hotly at his manhood.
Hips rolled forward as his cock pressed urgently against the confines of his pants, the pressure and friction of her nearness, the bite - he nearly blew his load then and there like a much younger, inexperienced version of himself might have done. As it was, he groaned deeply with the effort of restraining himself, pressing his lips against the crook of her neck, arms pulling her in closer still, chest rising and falling as deep breaths reveal the effort behind the restraint.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
