Repaying his kindness

Ava raised her face, looking up at Dagaz through tear streaked eyes. He was handsome, maybe not in the traditional sense of the word, but attractive none the less. The little tinges of grey creeping it at the sides of his temples lent him a smouldering maturity, and the tiny wrinkles hugging the corners of his eyes spoke of hard years but a good plastic surgeon. But more than that, he had shown her kindness, and that was something she found hard to resist in that moment.

Their faces were so close now that he could see individual tears on her long eyelashes, see the little faint white scar that she had mostly hidden under her right eyebrow. He stroked his thumb over it delicately, tracing her features with his fingers as if doing so could etch them in his memory. As her lips came up to meet his own, attraction fell away, leaving passion to raise up and take its place.

Their first kiss was soft, almost chaste in its delicacy, their lips making constant for the briefest of moments.

The kiss that followed was so hard it could level mountains and shake stars from the sky. A kiss that would make angels faint and demons weep . . . a passionate, hungry, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the Earth of its axis.

Their lips collided with such a passionate impact that the stool Ava was sitting on came dangerously close to tipping over. Luckily the fact that Dagaz had his arms wrapped tightly around her kept her from falling, and she clung on for dear life as the kiss swept them away. Her tongue found his, darting into his mouth slowly at first, exploring, but as he met it with his own they began duelling hungrily. She leant into him, parting her lips in a breathless gasp. She kissed him passionately until she forget how terrified she was of everything wrong with her life.

His hands found her hair, gently pulling her further into the kiss, and Ava was lost in its currents. She brought her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair, holding him where she wanted while they kissed.

She kissed him and kissed him, ironically trying not to bite his lip. He tasted like freedom and every bad decision she'd ever made, but she was so lost in the moment that she didn’t care.

Beneath the euphoria of the embrace, time seemed to stretch into near infinity for the pair, neither talking. Rational though had all but abandoned them, the awareness of anything apart from the two of them in that moment little more than a distant memory. Until that is, the only one of them who still actually needed to breathe needed to come up for air.

Ava pulled herself slowly away from the kiss, just. Her lips felt like they wanted to disobey the order from her and stay fastened to Dagaz's for ever. The one deep, continuous kiss broke down gradually into harder, smaller ones, and eventually into delicate presses of their lips on the others until they stopped. Finally, she managed to catch her breath. Heart beating in her chest like a fucked clock, she sucked air into her lungs greedily, like a swimmer who has broken the surface of water after expecting to drown under it.

Regretfully, she disentangled herself from his arms. She put her hand on his chest, trailing her perfectly manicured fingernails down his abs, before pushing him backwards gently. As she stood, letting the robe that had all but fallen open under its own accord by this point, slowly come apart and fall to the floor to pools around her heels.

Her breasts hung free and Dagaz marvelled at them. They were huge, without a hint of sag or blemish. Large, deep brown nipples crowned them, standing magnificently erect under the chill of the apartments air con were just begging to be sucked. Her pussy hair (what there was of it) was a deep golden blonde, a match to the hair on her head that proved she wasn't a bottle blonde. In his mind, he was already imagining sinking his cock into her warm folds and fucking her senseless.

Ava ran her hands down her body, showing it off slowly for him, enjoying his eyes fixed on her figure. He could tell she'd used the routine before, it was too well done to have been spontaneous, but he didn't care. Gyrating to a rhythm only she could hear, she ran her finger down towards her neck, unconsciously trailing them over the now closed puncture marks Dagaz had made when he'd fed. Her fingers found her breasts, pushing them together even as she squeezed her nipples seductively.

Reaching out, Ava took his hands and placed them where hers had been moments ago. Her breath was coming in heavy, heaving gasps. It made her tits looking fucking beautiful!

Her tits felt even better than they had looked! Dagaz eagerly took over from her, taking her nipples between his deft fingers and playing with them. He pulled on one nipple, then the other in turn. Pulling the delicate nubs between his fingers, he grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed it between his hands. Unable to resist, he brought his mouth down to join his hands and popped one of her nipples into his mouth, earning him and encouraging sigh from Ava. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue over it, gently grazing it with the edges of his teeth. He hadn't realised how hard that would be with fangs, but he managed not to bite her.

With her own hands now free, Ava continued their journey down her body towards her stomach, swaying her hips seductively as they went. Dagaz continued sucking, letting her nipple burst from his mouth with a pop, before diving his head back down to take it once again into his eager mouth.

He switched nipples, leaving the first lightly covered in spit. Sucking the other, he lavished it with as much attention as he'd given the first. As Ava's hands at last reach the promised land of her thighs, Dagaz slowly followed suit with his own fingers. His fingers met her own, and she guided them to the wetness between her thighs. Coating his fingers in her juice, he brought them to his mouth, and savoured her sweet taste as he kicked them every drop of her from his digits.

Dagaz was beyond hard now. His cock was tenting in his pants uncomfortably. Straining uncomfortably against the material, he needed to set it free. Ava was one step ahead of him though, she began kissing her way down his body, popping the buttons on his shirt open as she went. As she got each on undone, she started tugging on his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his pants and slowly slid it from his shoulders. It felt to the floor and joined her discarded bath robe.

Her fingers danced across his suit pants until they landed on his zipper. She could feel him hardening under her hand. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she unzipped his fly. Hands fumbling frantically at his belt, Ava struggled to open his buckle.

Dagaz reached down and popped it open (that's what he got from buying a fancy design that served no real purpose being looking impressive.) No sooner had the belt stopped being a hindrance, his pants followed suit. Tugged down towards his ankles his boxers close behind them, until both garments joined those already in the floor in a messy pile.

With a mischievous gleam in her eye, Ava took in the sight of Dagaz's cock hanging before her. 10 inches of solid rod hung in front of her face, tantalizingly hard looking and what had to be at least a quarter of that length thick. She wet her lips in anticipation of getting her hands on it, and smiled to herself at seeing the tip of his prick was already leaking pre-cum. She ran a single fingernail along the base of his member, from his balls to the tip and he shuddered under her touch.

Her fingers reach out to grip him softly, not quite touching as she begins to stroke him. Leaning down her lips met his tip, and her tongue found his slit. She licked the head teasingly, moving her tongue over the folded skin there, tonguing his slit as she steadily stroked him. When she sucked the head into her mouth, Dagaz made a noise that let her know she was hitting all of the right spots.

Her skill belied the innocent persona she exuded earlier. Anyone with a mouth that skilled had obviously honed their craft somewhere. Smiling around the cock in her mouth, Ava ran her tongue around the underside of his cock and sucked harder, beginning to take more of him inside her artfully skilled mouth. She reached for him, circling the base of his cock with a firm grip, stroking him where she couldn’t fit him in her mouth. Dagaz jerked forward a couple of times finding his feet before he let her take control. He wanted nothing more than to grab Ava's head and slam the length of his shaft down her throat. Instead he pulled his cock back out of her mouth just a little, giving her the chance to take in a bit of a breath before thrusting she took the length of him into her mouth. She bobbed her head, teasing him against the back of her mouth, but not slipping him down her throat just yet.

She looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears half from crying earlier, half from trying to breathe around the length of cock she was working in her mouth. Her eyes seemed to smile at him while her lips stretched around his thick shaft. Dagaz reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and started to fuck her face, unable to keep himself still any longer.

Ava could taste him on the back of her throat, and in that moment she wanted to swallow his cock more than she needed air. Relaxing, she felt him slip down further, until his balls rested on her chin. She cupped them gently with one hand to stop them bouncing as she sucked him off harder, keeping the other one the floor to steady herself. Bobbing her head for all she was worth, she brought him closer and closer to cumming. Just the feel of him in her mouth was getting her off.

"Mmm. Jesus Ava, don't stop." Dagaz had been with plenty of women, but he was pretty sure he'd never had oral quite this good. "Just stop teasing."

She took his full length back down into her throat, until there was nothing left to take. You saw her eyes water as it hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t miss a beat. She took the rest of your length down her throat, and kept sucking.

Ava's jaw ached but she didn't care, this was worth it. She had to please him. 'Needed to please him.' She slid her hands around to his ass so that she could pull him in harder, take even more of his prick down her thrist. She could feel him getting close, could feel him starting to twitch.

"Nnmmmh..." she moaned, savouring the taste of his precum.

His cock hit the back of her mouth again, and he bucked his hips forcing it all the way down her throat. Between her spit and his pre cum he didn't have much trouble. Dagaz started fucking her face as hard as he could , pulling her head down on his cock in time with each thrust, and she bounced her mouth on his cock as he did, trying to get as much of it into her throat as would fit. Tears started to stream from her eyes properly now as she gagged herself on it, but she didn't stop, and he didn't loosen his grip on her head one bit. He could feel her throat muscles tighten around him as he slid down her throat, every time she gagged her throat shivered delightfully against his cock.

Ava looked like she was close to passing out from a lack of oxygen, and Dagaz could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. Ava's lips had formed a tight seal around the base of his prick. He couldn't help but be impressed that she'd managed to get his entire length down, but she had swallowed the lot without breaking a sweat. At first anyway. As he fucked her face, he could see her cheeks turning red, and knew she couldn't go on for much longer like this. Neither could he, even if he'd wanted to.

He slammed his cock back into her throat as far as it would go, and he could have sworn that he could see the bulge of it pushing against the inside of her throat. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed a little. Sure enough, he could feel the hardness of his own prick rubbing against his hand. Her eyes went wide as he squeezed.

Dagaz pulled Ava's head up off of his cock so that her lips were still barely wrapped around the head. He grabbed her hair harder than before, even as he impaled her mouth back down on his prick. He fucked her throat even faster than before now, the need to cum pushing away any thoughts about if it was hurting her from his mind.

"AH, FUCK! You like me fucking your mouth don’t you!? Are you ready for me to cum? You better be!”

“Mghfhh.”

He took that for a yes.

He gave one long hard thrust, ramming his cock into the very reaches of her throat, moaning as what seems like gallons of cum shot from his cock. Ava's eyes went wide as it hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed as much of it as she could. He keep pumping, determined to get every last spurt down her throat and into her belly. There was far too much of it for her to get every last drop though, and it’s soon it leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her tits.

Slowly sliding his prick from her mouth, he afforded her a moment to catch her breath. She didn't need long though, and soon she was eagerly licking every last inch of your spunk from his cock like the greedy little cum whore she so obviously was. Once she'd cleaned his prick, she scooped finger-fulls of it off her tits, bringing her hand down to her cunt and pushed two cum covered fingers into her dripping slit. Working them around until she was sure the inside of her pussy was as covered as her face had been, she brought then up to her mouth, looked him in the eye, and proceeded to lick off of her fingers until there wasn't a single drop left on them.

The sight of the beautiful blonde before him was a breath-taking one to behold. Ava was still on her knees, face shiny with his spunk, despite her best efforts to clean every spurt of it off of herself. Her skin was slick with sweat, and she glistened under the artificial lights shining down from above. Beneath her thighs she'd created a small puddle of her own pussy juice. The fact that she was that wet just from giving him a blow job caused him to begin to harden again.

'That might be the single sexiest thing I've ever seen.'

He wanted nothing more right then but to scoop her up, carry her to his bedroom and bury his prick deep inside her. But she was spent. It didn't take his heightened senses to detect that. Between the excursion earlier, and the applause worthy effort she'd just put in towards draining his balls moments ago she didn't have any more to give. Her eyes fluttered shut, and sleep overcame her.

Catching her before her head struck the floor, Dagaz scooped her up, and carried her towards the master bedroom. Surprisingly, it's decoration was quite Spartan compared to the extravagance of the rest of his apartment. He'd felt no need to fill the room with unnecessary items when the rest of his domain was full of things to impress visitors who would never even see where he slept. This that did gain access to his bedroom should be more occupied with other things.

Gently placing her down on his queen-size bed, he pulled the covers over her. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell into an even deeper sleep. Leaving her snuggling down into his bed sheets, Dagaz cast one last look at her before making his way back to the kitchen.

As he finished his coffee, he couldn't help but wonder exactly what effect his blood had had on her...