Hump Day Quickie - Driving Simon
Happy hump day, smut fans. Here's a little quickie to indulge your dirty side. #NSFW
Simon reflected, briefly, that in fact it was not terribly often that he mated with his own kind. Humans were so much softer and warmer and more pliable than vampires, you see. And, of course, humans had hot living blood within their veins. But his fascination with Ysbette had been morphing for some time into an attraction, and now that he had seen her feed it was nothing short of lust.
She dropped the body, a man twice her size, and ran a pink tongue over glistening red lips. She hadn't acknowledged Simon's presence, but that was unnecessary; he was hardly hiding himself. As she wiped the last remaining drops of blood from her lips Ysbette arched her back against the brick wall of the building, crimson heels spread wide, and reached up to loose the straps of her top from around her neck. They slithered down and over her chest.
Her breasts weren't large, but immortality had made them perfect, perfectly pink and taut and rounded. He didn't realize he was staring at them until her eyes dragged themselves up and locked onto his.
Don't be all night about it, she said. Her husky, smoke-filled voice resonated even inside his head.
Simon covered the short distance and had his hands on her immediately. She worked his cock free of his trousers and stroked his seeping head. He winced at first at her strength, forgetting for a moment that she was a vampire, his equal. But then he was groaning as she milked him, hard and relentless, the pressure of her hand driving him on.
He pushed her skirt up and tore away the lace thong she was so fond of wearing. Ysbette clawed at his shoulders when he drove into her. No need to hold back with a fellow immortal; Simon pounded his pelvis against hers, digging his cock into her, sinking his fangs into her neck and drawing from the fresh blood.
Her leg came up to circle his waist, and then the other one, until he was holding her back against the wall and slamming her into the bricks.
Her orgasm shuddered through them both. The sudden rhythmic pulsing of her little mouth and the pierce of her fangs on his neck drove Simon over the edge before he'd expected it and he exploded into her.
Ysbette pushed him off when he was barely finished and lowered her delicate red shoes to the concrete, grinding grit beneath the soles. She adjusted her skirt and tied the straps of her shirt.
"I trust that I can be allowed to hunt now in peace? I disliked being stalked."
Simon was still trying to catch his breath, but he nodded.
Ysbette cupped his softening member, a gentle caress of steel. "Best put this away. I may want it again later."
She licked the spot of blood her teeth had drawn on his neck and Simon leaned, instinctively, towards her mouth. But then she was gone. He tottered, stumbled, but righted himself before falling to his knees in the muck.
Even as he put his cock away, as she had directed, it twitched again. Simon reflected, briefly, that perhaps there was something to steel after all.
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Driving Simon
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| Vampire, by Evard Munch, 1893 |
She dropped the body, a man twice her size, and ran a pink tongue over glistening red lips. She hadn't acknowledged Simon's presence, but that was unnecessary; he was hardly hiding himself. As she wiped the last remaining drops of blood from her lips Ysbette arched her back against the brick wall of the building, crimson heels spread wide, and reached up to loose the straps of her top from around her neck. They slithered down and over her chest.
Her breasts weren't large, but immortality had made them perfect, perfectly pink and taut and rounded. He didn't realize he was staring at them until her eyes dragged themselves up and locked onto his.
Don't be all night about it, she said. Her husky, smoke-filled voice resonated even inside his head.
Simon covered the short distance and had his hands on her immediately. She worked his cock free of his trousers and stroked his seeping head. He winced at first at her strength, forgetting for a moment that she was a vampire, his equal. But then he was groaning as she milked him, hard and relentless, the pressure of her hand driving him on.
He pushed her skirt up and tore away the lace thong she was so fond of wearing. Ysbette clawed at his shoulders when he drove into her. No need to hold back with a fellow immortal; Simon pounded his pelvis against hers, digging his cock into her, sinking his fangs into her neck and drawing from the fresh blood.
Her leg came up to circle his waist, and then the other one, until he was holding her back against the wall and slamming her into the bricks.
Her orgasm shuddered through them both. The sudden rhythmic pulsing of her little mouth and the pierce of her fangs on his neck drove Simon over the edge before he'd expected it and he exploded into her.
Ysbette pushed him off when he was barely finished and lowered her delicate red shoes to the concrete, grinding grit beneath the soles. She adjusted her skirt and tied the straps of her shirt.
"I trust that I can be allowed to hunt now in peace? I disliked being stalked."
Simon was still trying to catch his breath, but he nodded.
Ysbette cupped his softening member, a gentle caress of steel. "Best put this away. I may want it again later."
She licked the spot of blood her teeth had drawn on his neck and Simon leaned, instinctively, towards her mouth. But then she was gone. He tottered, stumbled, but righted himself before falling to his knees in the muck.
Even as he put his cock away, as she had directed, it twitched again. Simon reflected, briefly, that perhaps there was something to steel after all.
Thank you for reading, ducky! Subscribe to the blog to get new quickies every Hump Day, and share this little quickie on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, whatever, to held spread the smut!
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