18. Brandon

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brANDON

B randon had wanted to climax the second her lips had touched his shaft, but he held on because he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. To feel her lips around his length while his tongue was deep inside where his cock was going to be soon, was as close as a male got to experiencing bliss.

He thrust his hips up while his fingers dug into the softness of her bottom, holding her in place so she wouldn't gyrate off him.

They were both close, and he needed to decide where he was going to bite her.

He could bite her inner thigh, but if he could hold off until he flipped her around, he could bite her neck, which he preferred.

Pleasure throbbed in every part of his body, and searing heat rose in his shaft, but he didn't release until Morelle's sheath fluttered over his tongue, and she lifted her head off his cock to shout her release.

The cool air was just what he needed to stop himself from coming in her mouth. Instead, he flipped her around, banded his arms around her, and thrust between her thighs while licking and sucking the spot on her neck he was about to bite.

Morelle might have been too dazed to realize what was happening, but she kept her thighs closed tight around his shaft so that he got the friction he needed, and when his seed rose again, he moved one hand to the back of her head to hold her in place, hissed, and struck with his fangs.

The climax was like a volcanic explosion of pleasure, even though he had basically dry-humped Morelle. To have his fangs inside of her once more, pumping her full of his venom, was making him delirious.

With the venom triggering a series of climaxes, she kept shuddering on top of him, and he held on to her until his seed and his venom were spent.

Retracting his fangs, he licked the puncture holes closed, but other than that, he didn't move a muscle. Morelle lay limply over him, his arms encircling her and keeping her from rolling off him, and his shaft was still cocooned between her thighs.

He knew he had to get up and clean them both up and to cover Morelle so she could sleep comfortably during her venom trip, but he didn't want to move. It just felt too good to hold her like that.

The sticky residue trapped between her thighs and his shaft was the only reason he eventually decided to let go of the little piece of heaven he clung to.

Shifting them both to their sides, he slowly untangled himself from Morelle's arms and then lifted her leg to release his still hard-as-a-rock shaft. He could keep going for round two and three and four, and so could Morelle once she got used to the effects of the venom, but he wasn't in a rush for her to do so. The best venom trips were the first ones, and this was only her second. She might spend several hours soaring on the clouds of euphoria, and he didn't want to rob her of even a minute of that pleasure.

After washing quickly in the bathroom, he wetted several washcloths in warm water and went back to Morelle to clean her up. She didn't stir as he wiped gently between her thighs or when he crawled into bed and covered them both with the comforter.

It was a pity that immortal females got used to the effects of venom, and their fun time got shorter and shorter. Perhaps it was possible to mimic the venom trip without the venom?

What if they could collect the experiences of all the village females who had immortal lovers, feed the data into the Perfect Match algorithm, and create an adventure just for them that mimicked the hallucinogenic trip?

It could also be such a boon to all the immortal females who didn't have the benefit of an immortal lover and who craved the experience of it.

The irony of that wasn't lost on him.

Here he was, the guy who didn't want to go on a virtual reality adventure because he didn't want to grant the computer access to his mind, thinking about designing an adventure for others.

Come to think of it, it wasn't only the females who would want to find out what a venom trip felt like. The males would want to know as well. What they experienced during their induction ceremony, which for the vast majority of them was the only venom bite ever, was very different from what the females experienced. All that hovering on a cloud and watching psychedelic landscapes and translucent aliens wasn't there. Different formulations of venom provided different experiences.

On the other hand, perhaps it was better that the males didn't know what it felt like. In a way, it was like going into a virtual adventure and choosing a female avatar for himself just so he could experience sex as a woman.

Brandon opened his eyes and looked at Morelle's peaceful face. He had a feeling that she would jump at the opportunity to have a male avatar and experience what sex was like for a male. In that, she seemed much more adventurous than he was.

Hell, they could go into the virtual world in flipped roles.

Talk about kinky.

He was surprised no one had thought about creating an adventure like that. It wouldn't even be difficult. The algorithm didn't care if the chosen avatar was not the same sex as the participant.

Morelle would love the idea, but the problem was that she would expect him to do it with her. He wasn't sure he would actually have the guts to choose to experience sex as a female, but even if he could do that, he still had to get past his aversion to the idea of granting a computer access to his mind and the havoc it could potentially cause.

Brandon could not imagine anything worse than losing control of his faculties to someone or something else.