64. Peter

Peter leaned over to brush aside the long strands of blue hair spilling in soft waves down Marina"s slender back, exposing the elegant column of her spine.

She shivered when he brushed his lips over her neck, so he did it again.

She was delicately built, slender, and small-boned, but she was by no means fragile, and that dichotomy also applied to her character. She was sexually submissive but assertive and took charge in every other way.

Except for being human, she was perfect.

There was still a lot he didn"t know about her and a lot he had to learn, and he hoped he would have enough time with her to do that.

Would a steady supply of venom keep her healthy and prolong her life?

That was something none of the immortals had tried, and maybe they should have. Not that even doubling Marina"s natural lifespan would be enough, but it was better than the miserly few decades she could give him.

He kissed her neck as he caressed her back and then circled his arms around her to cup her breasts. She moaned, thrusting her bottom up and out while he tormented and pleasured her nipples in turns.

It was hard to resist her silent plea when she expressed it so vividly with the soft globes of her ass pressing into his groin.

It was time to up the ante.

He cupped her breasts, easing the ache he"d caused and letting her catch her breath, but not for long.

Leaning back, he brought his hand to her upturned bottom.

She moaned as he rubbed the sting away and then moaned even louder when he smacked her other cheek.

The next few smacks brought a lovely pink hue to her creamy flesh. When he stopped to reach into the nightstand drawer, she turned to look at what he was taking out and gasped when she saw what implement he had chosen.

"Any objections?" He asked, even though he knew what her answer would be given the flare in the scent of her arousal.

"No, sir." She took a deep breath and rested her cheek on the mattress in a gesture of submission.

"Good girl." He removed the toy from its casing and coated it generously with lube.

Caressing her back in soothing, soft strokes, he coated his finger in the lube and rubbed it against her rosette.

Marina"s entire body flushed and tensed as he pushed his finger past the resistance. He was aware that she could come just from that, but she knew better than to climax without his permission.

When he added a second finger, her moan sounded like a plea, and then she said, "Please. I can"t hold it."

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out, letting her catch her breath momentarily before inserting the toy.

She was panting, her back covered in a sheen of sweat, and her pinked bottom lifting to meet the toy rather than pull away from it.

"Patience." He twisted the plug before inserting it a little deeper. "Hold it until I say you can come."

When the toy was fully inside, Marina was shaking with the effort not to come.

"Good girl," he said as he removed his clothes.

Stroking himself, he angled his shaft at her opening, coating it in her juices but not pushing in. She could take him with the plug inside; they had done that before, but he knew that the moment he entered her, she would climax, and it would be over in moments. He could go again, but if he bit her, she would pass out from his bite, and there was no way he would be able to hold back on that.

He wasn"t ready to end the play yet.

Pulling back, he delivered a few more light smacks to her bottom, which, in addition to the plug, would overwhelm her enough to pull her away from the brink.

He rubbed his tip against her wetness again, coating himself before pumping into his fist a few times as he pushed two fingers into her sheath.

"Peter…" she whispered.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his arousal. "Hold on for just a little bit longer," he said through protruding fangs.

With the plug inside of her, he needed to go slow and make sure she was okay with the double penetration.

Marina"s breaths were coming out fast and shallow, so he slowed down even more. "Breathe, Marina."

When a moment later she seemed to breathe normally, he pushed in a little further, the plug in her other channel making her feel incredibly tight.

As a mewling sound escaped Marina"s lips and her sheath convulsed around his shaft, he pushed all the way in and hissed, "Come for me, Marina."

He managed a few more pumps before the need to bite her became impossible to ignore. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head back and sank his fangs into her vein.

She climaxed again and again, and as he retracted his fangs and licked the puncture wounds closed, she blacked out, going limp under him.

He pulled out, making a mess over her ass, and repositioned her so she was entirely on the bed before he pulled out the plug.

Taking it to the bathroom, he dropped it in the sink for proper scrubbing. He wetted several washcloths in warm water, then returned and carefully cleaned her.

Peter considered returning to the bathroom and cleaning the toy, but it could wait. Lying beside Marina and holding her close was much too tempting to resist. He gathered her close, buried his face in the silken curtain of her hair, breathed in the sweet, familiar scent of her, and drifted off on his cloud of bliss.