9. Luke

Iclosed my eyes as Xander prepared himself to start fucking me. I couldn’t see anything around me anyway, even with my eyesight adjusted to the dark. I waited with bated breath, wondering what a vampire cock would feel like buried inside me.

I didn’t have to wait long. Xander leaned in, nuzzling his face into my neck again, the tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. He slid in slowly, taking care not to rush things. I didn’t care how quickly he went as long as he got inside me, but I appreciated his seeming concern for my well-being. Maybe vampires were more attentive to humans than popular culture purported after all.

Every thought that had been in my mind left as soon as Xander pushed his full length into me. I sucked the cold, damp air around me into my lungs, my skin tingling and my teeth clenching. Xander slid himself out again, giving me a moment to breathe, before thrusting back in.

Each movement he made was slow and deliberate. I expected someone like him to be absolutely feral in the bedroom, yet here he was proving my ideas wrong once again.

Any fears I had of being treated roughly, getting injured, or having to put up with all kinds of depraved acts had vanished. It melted away with any semblance of rationality I had before Xander had begun fucking me.

He continued to kiss and suck on my skin. He wanted to bite me, I could tell, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet. His hands ran along my hips and the sides of my ribs as he fucked me, gently at first, then a little harder.

I was making all kinds of sounds I didn’t know I was capable of creating. I should have been embarrassed, but I was having too much fun for that. Xander had brought me into a whole new world of pleasure. Whatever I wanted, there was no going back now.

He kept up a steady rhythm, bringing me close to the edge before pulling me away. I begged him for more, but as I quickly realized, a vampire like Xander had near-unlimited stamina. He could have gone all night if I asked him to.

“Do you want me to let you come?” he asked, his face almost against mine as he leaned in close.

“Yes,” I begged him. “Please, yes.”

“Then let me bite you,” he hissed into my ear.

How could I say no? After everything he’d given me tonight, it was the least I could do. And I needed release too. If this was how I got it, I would be more than satisfied.

I nodded my head, giving him the okay, but he pulled his head away from my neck, where I thought he would bite me.

Instead, he held my cock with one hand, stroking it with an impressive deftness. The initial chill of his hand was a shock, but the pressure building inside me made me quickly forget the cold surprise.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep into me, dipping his head till his fangs touched my skin. He clamped down, the sharp teeth driving into my flesh. A flash of pain shot through my neck, before pleasure overcame it.

I came hard as Xander drank deeply from the small wounds in my neck, my blood rejuvenating him with its life force. His fangs penetrated me again, another jolt of pain shooting through my neck before he sucked the blood up as if his life depended on it. In a way, it did.