My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 40: Almost Barking with Pleasure (R-18)
"Hurry up, I’m on fire, husband ~<3" She moaned, placing her hand on her dripping pussy.
Victor’s smile transformed into a predatory, lascivious grin. Scarlett’s eyes gleamed with an uncanny blush, the hunger of her heat turning her irises an incandescent amber red.
Her scent was now an almost palpable mist in the room... sweet as aged honey, spicy as amber and musk, with an underlying ferocity of hot blood and pure desire.
"On fire, huh?" he repeated, his voice a low growl that made her skin crawl. "Let’s see if I can put it out... or make it burn even more."
He slid down her body, his movements fluid as those of a large feline. His hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her off the mattress as if she were a feather.
Scarlett let out a surprised squeal as he positioned her on her knees, her rounded, pale bottom now raised in the air, her fox tail trembling nervously behind her, the white tip twitching in agitation.
"That tail is beautiful," Victor murmured, his voice full of lascivious admiration. One of his hands moved away from her hip and buried itself at the base of the tail, where it met her spine, at her coccyx.
"Kya!!!" Scarlett cried out, a sharp, shrill sound, as his fingers pressed and massaged that sensitive spot.
It wasn’t just a touch; it was a direct connection to every nerve in her body.
Waves of electric shock coursed down her spine, making her already soaked pussy throb and contract visibly, another stream of her fluids running down her inner thighs.
"Victor! There—! It’s too much—!" She gasped, her head falling forward, her hair covering her face as her body writhed under his skillful manipulation.
"I know," he whispered triumphantly. He continued to massage the base of her tail with one hand, while the other slid between her open legs. His fingers found her swollen, burning lips, spreading her fluids abundantly, mixing them with the semen that was still on his fingers. The sound was obscenely wet.
"A fox’s tail in heat... they say it’s the most sensitive thing on her body. A point of absolute pleasure... and absolute control."
To demonstrate, he gently pulled her tail back, stretching it.
"Auu...Annnnnnm!!!<3" Scarlett howled. Literally.
A high-pitched, animal sound that wasn’t entirely human escaped her throat.
Her vision blurred.
Each tug on her tail was felt doubly: a deep, almost painful sensation at the base of her spine, and a reverberating echo, a delicious and unbearable tension that built up in her clitoris and deep within her womb.
It was as if he were pulling the very core of her desire out of her.
"Please...," she whimpered, her hips jerking back in search of contact, any contact. "I need you... inside... now!"
"Beg," Victor ordered, his voice firm and dark. He stopped touching her completely, only holding her tail with a light pressure. ’She needs to learn not to be arrogant with her husband.’
Scarlett trembled, frustration and need forming a perfect storm within her. She was a vampire, a creature of pride and power, but at that moment, faced with Victor’s brutal dominance and the torturous sensitivity of her own body, all that remained was pure, raw need.
"Please, Darling <3 ~Ahnnn...", she moaned, her voice hoarse and choked. "Please, fuck me. Fill this empty, dripping pussy that’s begging for you. I need your thick cock destroying my insides. I’m yours, only yours, please, husband, fuck me!"
The words, dirty and submissive, seemed to inflame Victor even more.
With a possessive growl, he positioned himself behind her.
The head of his member, swollen and purple, found her dripping entrance. He didn’t penetrate her.
He rubbed her up and down her slit, collecting her fluids, pressing against her throbbing clitoris, but denying her the entry she so desperately craved.
Scarlett was almost crying, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Victor, my love—!"
"Who owns you?" he asked, his voice a warm breath against her back.
"You! You are! Always!"
"And what is this beautiful, hungry pussy?"
"Yours! All yours! Please, take it!"
"Good girl." Satisfied, Victor finally yielded. With a single, powerful movement of his hips, he plunged into her all the way.
"AAnnnnhh~" Scarlett’s cry was muffled by the mattress.
The penetration was overwhelming.
He was big, and she was tight, but incredibly wet and open with desire.
The sensation of being filled so completely, so deeply, while he still held a firm grip at the base of his tail, was almost transcendental.
She felt every inch of him tearing her insides, rubbing against spots that made her see white marks.
Victor stood motionless for a moment, panting, feeling her hot, spasmodic contractions around him. "God... you’re swallowing me alive," he growled.
Then he began to move.
His movements weren’t gentle or romantic.
They were fierce, primal, dictated by the accelerated rhythm of her heat and his own uncontrollable hunger.
Each thrust was deep and precise, his thighs slamming against her buttocks with a skin-on-skin sound that echoed in the room.
He used her tail as a rein, pulling it slightly back with each thrust, arching her back and altering the angle so that the head of his member scraped directly against that perfect, deep spot inside her.
"AH! AH! THERE! EXACTLY THERE!" Scarlett screamed, her voice breaking with each thrust. Her body was covered in sweat, her breasts swaying freely with the violent rhythm of the fucking.
Her mind had completely shut down; only the wet sound of flesh meeting existed, the intense scent of the two of them mingling, the incendiary sensation of her tail being pulled, and the sweet pain of deep, relentless penetration.
Victor himself was on the verge of delirium.
The sight of her on all fours, completely submissive and yet responding with animal ferocity to each thrust, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The sensation of her, hot, tight, and pulsating around him, wet with her own fluids and his, was addictive.
"You like this, didn’t you say you weren’t in heat?" he growled, increasing the pace even more, his hands now gripping her hips so tightly they would leave marks. "You like being fucked by your husband?"
"Yes! Yes! I like it! I’m your little fox! Your little fox in heat! More! Harder!" she screamed in response, her own language degenerating into an obscene stream of consciousness.
He then released her tail for a moment. Before she could protest the loss of that intense sensation, his hand descended in a sharp, open slap on one of her buttocks.
SMACK!
The sharp sound of the slap echoed.
"Kyyannnnmm~" Scarlett cried out, not in pain, but in pure, ecstatic shock. A red wave of shame and pleasure washed over her body, and her pussy contracted violently around him.
Delighted, Victor repeated the gesture on the other buttock, then grabbed her tail again, pulling it as he buried himself in her with a force that sent her sliding forward on the mattress.
"I’m going to come... I’m going to fill you to overflowing," he announced, his breath a roar in her ears. "You’re going to come with me, Scarlett. Let’s do it together."
It was an order her body was already desperate to obey. The pressure had built up in her lower abdomen, a fireball about to explode.
The combination of the brutal internal friction, the extreme sensitivity of his tail, and the painfully pleasurable spanks on her buttocks brought her to the brink of the abyss.
"Victor... I’M GOING TO...!" she squealed.
"NOW!" he roared.
With a final, deep thrust, Victor exploded inside her.
Hot, abundant jets flooded her womb, the sensation of being filled with his essence triggering Scarlett’s own cataclysm.
Her orgasm was a convulsion.
Her entire body stiffened, a long, shrill howl escaping her throat as endless waves of pleasure electrocuted her from within. Her inner walls milked his member in uncontrollable spasms, trying to suck every last drop. His tail bristled completely, the fur standing on end, before falling limply onto her back, trembling with the last shudders.
Victor collapsed on top of her, panting, still buried inside her to the last inch. He felt her weak, sluggish pulses around him, the warm sensation of his own semen leaking slightly where they were joined.
For long minutes, the only thing that could be heard were their panting sighs and their hearts slowly returning to normal. The air in the room was heavy and saturated with the smell of sex, sweat, and that unique, sweet-musky aroma of her heat.
Slowly, Victor withdrew, making Scarlett groan weakly with the feeling of emptiness. He lay down beside her, pulling her against his sweaty body. She snuggled automatically, her face buried in his neck, her tail now a soft blanket over both their legs.
He ran his fingers through her damp hair, then slid his hand down her spine to the base of her tail. She shuddered, but the shudder was of post-climax sensitivity, not renewed excitement.
"Hey... let’s go more... I need more inside me..." she whispered against his skin, her voice hoarse and worn.
"Huh? I thought you weren’t in heat..." Victor murmured against her skin, giving her a few kisses, "Although you’ve already admitted you are, it’s good to remind you, you arrogant fox~" He said.
She smiled, "Shut up, the arrogant one here is you~ How dare you, a sixteen-year-old vampire, make me, a millennia-old vampire, almost bark with pleasure~" She said, turning to him.
"The Little Vampire is your husband, you wicked fox. I’ll be sad if you keep calling me that." He laughed.
"Oh yes, of course you will... So sad that you’ll punish me with that stick a few more times, right?" She asked, getting up. "Hurry up. We don’t have much time before your mom gets back from her trip."
