I bend down to him and kiss him passionately, his lips hard like granite under mine, then softening as they open. He’s giving himself to me completely. As a vampire, his whole body feels hard as rock against mine, even his earlobes. But when he lets me in, his lips, his tongue and his palms become soft. He allows his body to become vulnerable as he bares his soul to me.
I kiss him deeply, pressing my body to his like a greedy snake, eager to feel his granite cock inside of me. But I’ll drive him insane with pleasure first, making him beg for it. My nub throbs with anticipation as his hard cock grinds into the soft flesh of my folds.
Tristan reaches under my skirt with eager hands, ripping my pantyhose and my panties.
“Ah, yes,” I whisper, breaking the kiss and offering him my neck, taunting him willingly with the scent of my arousal and my blood. I’m not afraid of him biting me. It would only make things easier, there will be no more restrictions between us, and we’d be able to devour each other.
But Tristan clenches his jaw, struggling to control the wildness that shows in his eyes. I will provoke him further, bring him to his limits, make him ache with need under me, begging for my pussy.
Keeping my eyes on Tristan’s face, I reach behind myself, undoing the apron, then dealing with the buttons of my grey dress at the front. Planting my knees firmly on the ground on each side of Tristan’s hips, I lift myself just enough to take it off.
He swallows hard as I reveal my breasts in a black lace bra, my legs wrapped in the black pantyhose that he’s just torn. I spread out the hole in my pantyhose and panties between my legs, showing him my glistening pussy. Hunger flashes through Tristan’s sharp irises.
“Oh, God.”
He reaches up to me, his hands sliding down my body, his upper lip curling over his teeth. His palms graze my skin down to my lower belly like he worships me, but the intensity in his face tells me what he really wants is to ravage me like a wanton.
I open his fly and reach hungrily inside for his erection. I bite hard into my lip as I free his iron-hard manhood, long and throbbing into my touch, ready to pierce me.
I want to impale myself with it, and ride him hard until I come all over his balls. I hiss as I imagine this, but I keep it in, remembering my purpose—to make him want it so badly that he’ll beg.
I lower my hand between my legs, slipping two fingers and opening my pussy to him, bending backwards from my waist to let him see her better in the moonlight.
“Do you want her, Tristan?”
“Ah, yes, come, slide down on me, my sweet angel.” He grips my hips, ready to impale me, but I resist. Of course, he could easily take what he wants, but he doesn’t want to force me in the least, which I use to my advantage.
“Not just yet, my prince,” I say seductively as I slide my hand through the juice of my arousal, then wrap it around his cock. He hisses, his hands clenching on my hips.
“Oh, woman,” he growls, eyes locked on my hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. He leans his head back, his eyes rolling as he takes the pleasure. Looking at his now exposed jugular, I bite my lip—I want to see that neck red from strain, the veins swollen as he struggles to resist red hot desire.
“It’s proof of great trust,” I say, rolling my hips on top of him, riding the knuckles of my own fingers as I give him a hand job. “Offering me your neck like that. If I had a silver blade, I could slit your throat.”
Tristan lifts his head from the ground, his eyes intense, his jaw tight as he tries to control the pleasure I’m giving him. I expect him to lose it, pressing his cock to my pussy, rubbing himself against me, but no.
He reaches into his sleeve, whipping out a dagger from his sidearm. I freeze as he takes my free hand and presses the dagger into it, his eyes boring into mine.
“I’ve been keeping one single silver dagger on me for centuries, in case I ever run into an ill-willing vampire,” he says gravely. “You never know. But a silver dagger can also kill me.” His focus intensifies, his features locking dangerously. “I’m an undefeated vampire assassin, Isolde. But my life is now in your hands. If you wish to take it, go ahead. It’s yours.”
All I can do is stare into his face, the dagger’s leather handle pressing into my palm.
“If I ever raise my hand to you,” I tell him while tears well in my eyes, “It’ll be to give you pleasure, never pain.” I want to drop the dagger, but Tristan’s fist clenches around my hand.
“No. I want you to have power over my life while you climax on my cock.”
Dark desire shoots through my veins as I watch him spread his arms on the grass, offering himself to me. Laying down his eternal life for me. “Do whatever you want with me, my sweet angel.”
That’s it, I’m gonna come undone. I open the hand I’m using on his shaft, and touch my throbbing pussy to him. He moans, his head back and his hands fisting the grass as I work him and rub myself against his manhood, coming on him. I buck and whimper with pleasure, a hand working on him, the other holding the dagger up by my side, as if poised to plunge.
I descend from my climax, looking down at Tristan whose fists white-knuckle the grass, his eyes rolled back, and his strong jaw tight.
My head swimming with the need to make him spill his seed, I come down fast on him, taking his cock into my mouth so deep that it reaches deep into my throat.
“Heaven’s saves, Isolde,” he cries, his eyes blasting wide at me, the icy blue in his irises electric.
I suck hard, tightening my lips and my jaw around him. This is the first time I’ve given a man a blowjob, but I do it with passion, relishing it.
I moan as I suck him, determined to make him come, and to swallow his sperm to the last drop. It turns me on just thinking of his climax, and imagining what we must look like from the outside—a dirty wanton in ripped pantyhose, probably a hooker, sucking the young priest’s cock in the woods like there’s no tomorrow.
Tristan groans, breaking his own decision of not touching me and keeping his hands on the grass. He fists his hands in my hair, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, his cum exploding down my throat. My eyes burn from how deeply I’ve taken him, and how he now fucks my mouth. I look at his face to see him staring hard at me like an animal about to ravish me.
“Ah, my angel,” he blurts gruffly as I suck my way up, freeing his cock and wiping my mouth. I’m not thinking anymore, I’m all instinct and impulse.
“I want you to take me now, rough and hard.”
Unbelievable, but his cock is still stiff, the veins showing. He wants it and he wants it now, but he hesitates.
“Isolde,” he whispers, his face hot with the strain of climax. “You mean the world to me. I could never—”
“But you just did, didn’t you?” I whisper, crawling on my hands up to him, and kissing him deeply. He opens his mouth, letting my tongue that tastes of him explore his mouth before I peel my lips off his and speak again.
“You grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth,” I say provokingly. “And you loved it.” I lick his upper lip. “And I loved it, too. I want more.”
He’s uncertain, I can tell. I turn my back to him and grab the nearest tree with both my hands, still on my knees.
Tristan sucks in air as I offer myself to him, the black pantyhose ripped and torn, crowning the sight of me as his own personal wanton.