Page 19 of Vampire Claus

He lightly twisted the skin of Taviano’s rigid prick again until Taviano hissed in pleasure. “This isn’t like that at all. It’s amazing but I’m still me. And I want to feel you come.”

His demon was there too, egging him on. He demurred one more time. “Paul, you have to understand. It isn’t semen I produce. It’s all ichor and blood.”

If anything, Paul’s pupils blew wider with lust. “Blood and magic andyou.” He shifted onto his back and tugged until Taviano nestled in the cradle between his legs. “You’re my Christmas angel, Taviano. Please give me this.”

An angel. His word seemed ridiculous to a vampire. He haunted dark streets and preyed on humanity but, oh, it stirred Taviano to hear. The way Paul saw him, as an uncanny guardian, was as seductive as the lean and beautiful body splayed for him. All the nights he’d taken and drained and even killed, and yet there lay a mangivinghimself to Taviano. No one, not even Calogero, had wanted him so much.

His ability to resist vanished. As Paul pulled his knees back, Taviano fell forward with a groan to press his cockhead against Paul’s opening. He hovered there, swiveling his hips so that clear liquid spread all around the tight knot of muscle. His memories of long-ago experiments came to mind and brought concern for Paul’s comfort. Before he could say anything, his demon throbbed confidence and assurance at him.

He didn’t question his sudden knowledge as he brought his mouth an inch away from Paul’s lips. He whispered, “I expect the ichor will help you take me inside. I don’t think we need anything more than that and your saliva.” Still he hesitated, begging silently for one more sign of resolve.

“Fuck me, Taviano,” Paul pleaded with soft eyes and a smile stretching his sweet mouth. “Fill me up. I trust you.” He tugged Taviano’s head and rocked his hips eagerly until Taviano pressed forward.

The body beneath him opened to accept his cock as Paul crooned. Heat like the sun Taviano hadn’t felt in almost two centuries surrounded his length. It sank through his vampire-sensitive skin to his core. Eyes wet with emotion, he slid steadily, relentlessly into Paul.

“I can’t even tell you… Aaaaah,” Paul began but broke off with a shiver. He tried again, as he gasped and threw back his head. “There’s this incredible stretch and fullness. My brain says I should hurt from how thick you are. Icy.” He bore down, and Taviano felt Paul’s rectum pulse and squeeze around his prick. “Jesus. You’re this shaft of, like, cool glass sliding up inside, but right away it goes all smooth and delicious. I love the way it feels in my ass.”

He spread his knees wider and put his hands on Taviano’s hips to pull him down. “Harder. Please. Give me everything,” he pleaded.

And Taviano did. Over one hundred and seventy years had passed since he’d been inside anyone but the movements were primal. His human genes remembered what to do. He bucked and twisted, thrust his hips, stroked the head of his cock along the roof of Paul’s passage. He jabbed its fat head against Paul’s gland until he gasped. Taviano’s senses guided him to every sweet spot on and in Paul’s body. He licked behind an ear, trailed fingers along his ribs, loved on a nipple with lips alone. He could tell before Paul did what would make him respond in satisfaction or tighten in potential discomfort. When to thrust faster and what to avoid. He made his lover sob and cry for more.

As his cock tunneled in, Taviano ran his tongue up Paul’s chest to his neck. When he lapped along the bottom of his jaw, Paul’s hole throbbed again and his breath hitched. He rolled his head to one side, exposing himself. Taviano rested his fangs against the carotid artery, so Paul could feel the pinpricks of his eyeteeth. Gasping with pleasure at the contact, Paul clenched Taviano’s hips hard. His fingers would have left bruises on a normal man.

Through his teeth, Taviano could feel the vibration of rushing blood. There was no danger of losing control and piercing the skin. All he wanted was to wring every bit of pleasure for both of them as their passion climbed. Almost in disbelief, he grew harder and more sensitive as he stroked Paul’s body from the inside out. Ripples of pleasure began at the head of his cock where it stabbed into Paul. The awe-inspiring sensation spread outward to his muscles and his skin.

“I think I’m going to come,” he gasped in amazement as he pressed their foreheads together.

Paul thrust his hips and clenched his hole rhythmically around Taviano’s invading shaft. Through gritted teeth, he choked out, “That’s the point. Do it inside me. I want everything you’ll give me. So deep. Ah god…” He cried out and shuddered as ropes of white shot from his cock and coated his belly and chest.

Taviano lowered his head to lick what he could reach, savoring the taste that wasn’t blood but rather the stuff of new life. And then he pounded and exploded, shot and melted inside Paul. He was helpless as spasms shook him to the core.

The pleasure sang through his prick, and even his hair and hands and feet. His wholebodyorgasmed. As one rush subsided, another built and crested, filling his balls again, spurting from his cock and spreading into Paul. Time lost meaning for him. It seemed he held a treasured flower between his hands. He knew he had to protect it even as his pleasure consumed, destroyed, and rebuilt him. Taviano wanted to drown in happiness but instead he rode waves of ecstasy. He was buoyed by the kindness of a mortal man who gave of himself endlessly.

“Paul,” he moaned, helpless as yet another bolt of lightning shot through him.

When the pleasure finally ebbed and he returned to himself, Paul gazed at him with shining eyes and a glorious smile. He whispered, “Welcome back,” and chuckled at Taviano’s face. “Oh man. I think you came over and over for two solid minutes. I’ve never heard of a man having multiple orgasms. I thought that was, like, for women.”

“Another perquisite, I suppose,” Taviano said weakly.

“A fucking big one.” Paul shivered and squirmed even as he clutched firmly at Taviano to prevent him from pulling out. “I could feel every single spurt in my ass but as much as you shook you were careful.” Shyly, he added, “You held me like I was precious through the whole thing.”

“You are,” Taviano said simply and rested his lips against shaggy blond hair.

Paul closed his eyes and twitched his hips. “I can feel your stuff in me. It’s like when you rub IcyHot on your skin or something.” He laughed. “Well, you wouldn’t know what that is, I guess.”

“Like menthol? We used to use that.”

“Yeah, exactly! Menthol. It’s cool and it’s spreading and easing every ache I wasn’t even aware of before.” Paul quivered, but happily. “Good thing because otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to walk straight tomorrow. God, you’re fucking big,” he groaned, squeezing again around Taviano’s member. “This come thing is, like, perfect because it means the sex isn’t over. You know? Like, you’re still moving in my body and it’s calming and soothing.”

Taviano’s concern for Paul warred with his curiosity. “How is it? Is the additional ichor making you feel strange, or increasing your senses further?”

Paul pondered that, then shook his head. “I don’t think so. I still hear things I can tell are far away, and my skin tingles, but I feel sharp and clear.” He tugged Taviano down until his weight rested on him. “I feel wonderful,” he added with a sigh.

They kissed some more, gently, sweetly. The demon all but purred in Taviano’s belly.

Eight

They lay onthe futon for a long time with Taviano nestled between Paul’s legs, his head on Paul’s chest. After a while, he murmured, “You should hear your heart. It’s pounding strongly.”

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