She stood there looking at the pulsating mass writhing on the floor. If she had been capable, she was sure she’d have felt bile rise into her throat. Something about the glow of the room and the beauty in his face brought her closer to him, pulling her body within inches of his rigid form. She kissed him deeply as he wound his hands into her red silken hair massaging her scalp with his fingertips and wrapping his free hand around her waist.
As the organ pulsed, their passion frenzied. She stood on her tiptoes to push her hips into him, her groin meeting his, his hardness pressed into her causing her to mew softly at the back of her throat. She wrapped her hands around his waist, her hands sliding softly up his back over his shoulder blades coming to rest firmly just above them cupping him as one might cuddle a small animal. The kiss turned into a suckling, then she pulled away from his mouth, her lips barely touching his, warm breath cascading across his mouth. She stuck her tongue between her lips, licking his lightly before tracing a trail from the corner of his mouth to his neck, just below the earlobe.
Pressed firmly into his groin, his need growing as he ground against her, she nipped at his earlobe and then met the tender spot upon his neck she had visited so many times before with a sharp, piercing bite. The skin tore nicely, revealing the warm lifeblood that so many times had comingled with her own. She wrapped her lips around the opening, licking the wound lightly with her tongue, then pressing her lips into his tender skin she suckled the wound feeding on him. Her lover threw his head back, pulling at her dress, tearing it open, ripping the buttons that held the bodice in place exposing her breasts as her feeding seemed to bring about a maddening shift in him.
Jerking her head off his neck, interrupting her meal, her fangs glistening in the glow of the room he looked at her breasts hungrily as she growled at him for the interruption. He pushed her towards the chair on the other side of the room, putting his face deep into her bosom before finding the place he wished to make his meal. Nipping at the spot, tearing the skin more gently than she had done his, he had mastered the art of not causing his sustenance pain. Just below her cleavage, in the nook of her breasts to the left of her nipple he had found his spot. He licked the opening just as she had done his neck, almost as if to give thanks before a seven-course meal. He clamped his mouth on her breasts, massaging her nipples as he did so, pulling from her the very life force that only moments ago had existed within himself. Their constant exchanges had kept them alive in times of famine and pestilence, even into the bountiful times.
His massaging of her nipples continued with one hand as he slid a free hand between the folds of the underskirt that had remained intact from his frenzied disrobing of her. His fingers slid up her thigh, the warmth coming from her sensitive areas speeding his feeding from her as she threw her head back on the back of the chair, her head spinning as his fingertips met with the moistness of her. He ran one finger along the folds of her outer lips as he massaged her hard nipples with his strong grip of his other hand. She spasmed underneath the sensations of his feeding, massaging and stroking … pain mixed with exquisite pleasure as she thrust her hips forward causing his finger to be pushed deep inside her. His feeding quickened briefly before he pulled away from the wound, a trickle of blood running between her breasts as he found her hardened nipple and began to lick it with his tongue covered in her lifeblood. She rocked her hips from side to side as his added additional fingers sinking deep inside her pulling them in and out in movement with her rocking. She spasmed again, this time the wetness pouring out of her over his fingers as her muscles contracted, engulfing his fingers with warmth, as well as the pressure of her need pulsating his digits pulling them further into her.
