Page 23 of All Your Bloody Lies

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Kairhyse

Ireally dislike this feeling, and it’s not the fault of the pretty, probably too innocent damsel who’s riding my cock like I’m the horse and she’s playing the good cowgirl. She’s doing a great job, and it feels wonderful. It’s my own problem, which I need to get over.

Leaning forward, I spread her legs and pull her back to my chest. “You’re doing such a good job milking my cock,” I say, sitting back, but not before locking her legs around mine and keeping them completely spread.

She lets out a loud scream, “Wait, wait!”

I pause, my hands tight at her hips. “Yes?”

“You’re too big, it hurts,” her whimper is a plea for relief.

I frown in disappointment as she turns her head toward me. Her long black hair and pale features were only appealing until I saw her face.

It isn’t that she’s not pretty; she just isn’t what I desire.

I provide a smile and allow her legs to close. She begins to move again, lifting and slamming back down onto me. My head leans back, and I just allow the feeling to wash over me.

I need this release, or else I’ll destroy that Succubus next time I stop her from feeding. I can barely keep my hands off her, and technically, I even fail at that. I’m convinced she constantly has her Amoro seeping from her pores because, Beyond itself, I was ready tocome all over myself when she was playing with her tits at the restaurant.

Just the thought of them, imagining making them swollen and leaving marks with my bite, has me forcefully driving this damsel harder on top of me. She’s screaming, but I’m drowning her out. I allowed her to close her legs; anything else is her problem.

Her pussy clenches around me, massaging and giving my cock everything it needs to release strings of cum inside of her. I wrap my arm around her waist, and without a single beat of hesitation, my teeth sink into her neck. My free hand covers her mouth as she writhes through her own orgasm, her scream a mix of pleasure and pain.

She’s merely Mundane, but I provided the tonic prior to our entanglement so the toxin won’t kill her.

My thigh muscles twitch as I release inside of her, the taste of her sweet life pouring down my throat as I take three massive swallows. It’s all I’ll allow, or else I risk killing her. I’m not in the business of cleaning up a dead body; I’m far too bored of that work.

As her breathing slows, I gently remove my teeth from her flesh and give the wound a tender kiss. My tongue glides along the injury, cleaning it as best as I can before lifting her from my lap and placing her down onto the couch in our private room.

Do I feel slightly guilty for being with this girl while Xeraphine is out there serving drinks to her patrons? Not really. I secretly hope this girl, who is now curling up into a ball to nap, will tell her during their next shift together all about how a Vampire came and had his way with her until she passed out.

Technically, it’s Xeraphine’s own fault for wearing that outfit tonight. Those leather pants that hug her hips just right, paired with the lace corset accentuating her perfect breasts. No wonder the bar was so packed.

Keeping an eye on her has become challenging, but I can’t approach her until she’s completely drained. If she hadn’t been so distracting, and Mathas wasn’t such an idiot, we could have been equals that night.

However, the problem remains: she could kill me, but I can’t kill her. There are many reasons for that. One being I’ve heard her kind can’t be killed, but also because I’ve become slightly infatuated, even from a distance.

After putting my pants back on, I leave the room and make my way down the darkened hall until it opens up into the techno-themed bar. My gaze immediately focuses on her as she sets down two drinks at a tall, rounded table where two Mundane men are eating her alive with their gaze.

I don’t like that, and I’m glad they don’t touch her because they may have found they’d have the inability to pick anything up for the rest of their short lives if they had.

I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed my presence, or maybe I shouldn’t be. It’s been nearly three weeks since she’s fed, and I can see it in her demeanor that she’s exhausted.

Since that night at the restaurant, she hasn’t tried to feed in that manner. I’ve blocked other means of her feeding, like closing the park gates that she walks through to go home so no one can be caught in her path. She even called a few people to her apartment, which I swiftly redirected elsewhere. I don’t want her to see me here, even though she already knows I’m watching her every move. Now that she’s getting weaker from lack of sustenance, she’s being careful not to walk in secluded places on her way back home, where she knows I can’t enter without her approval.

Such a fucking weird problem us Vampires have, why is that even a thing? I’d like to ask our original creator, or the Gods, whomever made that a fucking rule.

Xeraphine disappears behind the bar, and I know her shift is coming to an end. I make my way out the front, slipping through the crowd that is also making their exit for the evening. It’s nearly three in the morning, and while bars don’t close, the hours of three until the following evening are pretty slow.

I loom in the corner of the alleyway where I know she’ll come out of.

“Fuck this place,” she curses as she steps out, kicking an empty bottle. The glass shatters on impact when it hits the wall, “House pay my ass.”

Such a filthy mouth, I quite enjoy it.

She tosses her bag over her shoulder and storms down toward the main street. I use the shadows as my companion and follow without making a sound. Her ass is just as tantalizing as the rest of her, and watching as those cheeks sway makes my cock hard. Suppose that waitress didn’t satisfy me after all.

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