Sophisticted Love

Claudia flounced in with all her eloquence and sophistication. Her soft blond curls were in an immaculate coiffure. Her blue eyes blazed with mischief. The wispy white gown dragged along the floor as she moved. Her small white slippers clacked against the gray marble. She was beautiful. My mouth was parched like sand and my throat contracted. When did this child vampiress become this fiery succubus? This little vixen was so mature. But then again, she just had her 21st birthday. The beauty of horror. She brushed her pale ivory hand along my thigh. My trousers were barely containing my excitement.

“Come on, Louis,” she crooned. “Lestat will never know.”

The mere phrase threw me over the edge. Her cerulean eyes shimmered with hope, desire, lust, infatuation and love. I lifted her underdeveloped body up, bringing her to my room, whispering sweet nothings nonsensically into her sweet mouth.

“Love me, Louis,” she moaned.

I laid her onto the rich cherry red silk duvet, placing the soft pillow behind her head. Her platinum mane fanned out angelically. The cypress headboard groaned under our combined weights. She watched with seductive eyes as I pulled off the satin negligee from her young skin. I felt like a dirty pedophile, a sodomite, but I didn’t care. I needed her. I needed to be in her. With her tiny hands, she unbuckled the belt, popped off the button and unzippered my trousers. She kicked off her slippers haphazardly. I looked down on her form. Her pink nipples stood out from her wan skin. Her body had not yet fully matured when she had become an undead. I could see her red lips dripping with passion. Where the silky, course blond curls were supposed to lie at the apex of the thighs, it was just smooth skin. I tore off my shirt, throwing it onto the ever-increasing pile. A few of the shirt buttons popped off, but it didn’t matter. After all this time, my dreams would be fulfilled. Being a vampire was deathly lonely, no pun intended. If Claudia were mine, I would live in eternal bliss. In the mortal realm, she would technically be my blood sister since Lestat made us both. She was just so beautiful and too enticing to resist, laid out, so open and wanton for me.

“Louis, Louis, Louis,” she murmured.

“Yes, Petite?” I whispered softly into her pink ear.

“Don’t tease me,” she breathed.

I brushed my finger along the swollen lips between the thighs, feeling the moistness. She whimpered at the cold electric shot that jolted through her quivering body.

“Louis,” she whined. “Please.”

I grinned devilishly at that one word broke my self-restraint. I slipped a digit into her wet folds. The heat scalded my skin as I slowly dragged it in and out. Her toes curled into the silk duvet as she panted harshly, need and yearning glazing her aquatic eyes, darkening it to a slate gray as the pupils dilated. With care, I gently rubbed the small, sensitive nub that had stuck out from the hood. She squealed and her insipid legs crushed my head, allowing me to inhale the sweet essence that is she, my love. The heady scent of her sex filled my senses, driving me over the edge. I drew my finger out. It was slicked with her juices. She picked her head up and she watched as I suckled my finger clean of her wetness. Her mouth hung slightly open. Stealthily, she climbed onto me, forcing me to lie down on the bed. She tied my hands and feet onto the cherry oak bedpost with the sheets and blindfolded my eyes with her slightly translucent negligee, letting me see, but only barely. She ran her soft hands down the expanse of my body, playing with the jet black hair on my chest and the line leading down from my navel to my pubic hairs. I shuddered at the gentle caresses that she gave to my pistoning rod. It was so long since anyone has touched me quite like this, bringing out this feral reaction in me. I craved her touch like I craved blood, desperately. With conspicuous ease, she inserted the entire seven inches of meat into her mouth and down her throat. The feeling of rapture coursed through my body as she bobbed up and down the shaft. I moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, Claudia… Beautiful Claudia. Let me be in you,” I pleaded.

She rose from her kneeling position from between my legs and crouched down on my erection, bringing her knees to the mattress, sheathing me into her tight vaginal orifice. Bliss and nirvana radiated throughout my entire form, beginning from the mushroom head of my penis. It was absolutely amazing. We both sighed in wonder and awe as her walls stretched out and accommodated my dick. Blatantly, she had not been fresh, a virgin. She had already been used. I no longer thought about it subconsciously as she began to move. My hips gyrated in time with her, thrusting, creating a solitary frenzied rhythm between our intertwined bodies. Salty beads of perspiration formed upon my upper lip, nose, forehead and chest. Our pace became more frantic as we neared the end. I yanked at the bed sheets, but I was still trapped. Claudia observed as I tugged roughly on the cloth. With one fluid motion, she released my hands. I drew circles around her pearl and her underdeveloped breasts as she fondled my ball sac, digging her bony fingers in and kneading it with her knuckles. My crotch area tightened as her walls contracted against me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a few more thrusts, I ejaculated into her lithe body. Her slick and mellifluous walls clenched my penis, milking me dry. I didn’t know how I could feel this way as a vampire. Supposedly, our entire body dies and ceases to function. Not much wonder was put into this as she collapsed onto my sweaty chest, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking with my semi-erect cock still embedded deep within her. Our uneven breaths gradually returned to normal. I fell asleep, listening and feeling her feathery breaths upon my chest hair and wishing this night would never end…




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