[ The shattering was beautiful, his beautiful mortal lover who was learning how to deal with the pleasure-- the first time that Caleb had encountered it, there was that same violence, the feeling of those thighs trembling. It had been a different positioning yes, he'd been between those legs on their bed in the dorm room, and he'd bitten and Caleb had come instantly, a flash flood of jism and blood that had fallen onto his lips, he'd tongued up every drop.
Now was no different then that, Bren was expiriencing this for the first time; and that was addictive like a rush of drugs through his own system; the taste-- the joined taste of spend and blood, and he lapped it up greedily and the taste, the taste absolutely spiraled him downward until his own orgasm came, borne of the taste of blood and his lover's own arousal; sweet and hot and then he was pumping his spend into that throat, coating and claiming.
His mouth fell from that spot and then he was licking and lapping, those balls drained at the source; not a single droplet had been allowed from slit. It had all fountained in his mouth directly. A press of tongue against that spot to soothe it, it would bruise come the morning but the memory of that orgasm would always remain. That Essek could make it good for his lover, that he could unweave him just like the threads of time.
The vampire had been unwoven in his own way with his own orgasm; a stemming of the tide-- bourne there by Bren's sanguinity. And then came the soft kisses like rain, gasping softness while he attempted to soothe his lover in any way that he could. ]
My sweet, sweet Bren.. so very good... so very mine--
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Now was no different then that, Bren was expiriencing this for the first time; and that was addictive like a rush of drugs through his own system; the taste-- the joined taste of spend and blood, and he lapped it up greedily and the taste, the taste absolutely spiraled him downward until his own orgasm came, borne of the taste of blood and his lover's own arousal; sweet and hot and then he was pumping his spend into that throat, coating and claiming.
His mouth fell from that spot and then he was licking and lapping, those balls drained at the source; not a single droplet had been allowed from slit. It had all fountained in his mouth directly. A press of tongue against that spot to soothe it, it would bruise come the morning but the memory of that orgasm would always remain. That Essek could make it good for his lover, that he could unweave him just like the threads of time.
The vampire had been unwoven in his own way with his own orgasm; a stemming of the tide-- bourne there by Bren's sanguinity. And then came the soft kisses like rain, gasping softness while he attempted to soothe his lover in any way that he could. ]
My sweet, sweet Bren.. so very good... so very mine--