Ask her to stop

This was wrong, something about this whole situation was wrong, despite how good it felt.

She'd **** him, hurt him. 'Wait, did I die? Did she kill me!?' Against all rational explanations, he knew the answer. The woman was a murderer, and he her victim. Every survival instinct in his body was screaming at him to run, to flee from her clutches any way he was able and never look back.

"Relax. Don't fight it."

But he wanted to resist, he wanted her murderous hands off of him before they could inflict more harm. Yet that voice flowed over him dissolving his resolve even as her lips tickled him ear.

"Not a bad way to enter your new life, surely? I could have made this far more uncomfortable for you." Sharp teeth pressed against his neck to accentuate her less than veiled threat, and Dagaz surrendered to her expert touch. Despite his mind protesting, his body betrayed him, his cock growing harder beneath her firm strokes.

Dagaz had neither the strength nor the will to ask her to stop. Her fingers wrapped around his cock felt far too good, that was until she released him and began to swing herself around. He didn't even get the chance to question what was happening before he found himself pushed down flat against the bed, pinned by the weight of a leg either side of his head as Ysabelle slowly lowered her Pussy towards his face.

’I was going to take care of you, but ungrateful children don't deserve rewards, they deserve to learn their place in things. Don’t worry, I won’t turn you into a blood whore or something like that, I couldn’t even if I wanted to now anyway. Most vampires can and will use you until there's nothing left though. I'm nicer than most. I wouldn't do that, not unless I had a good reason to, like say you shot me in the face, that makes me especially cranky. Or when I'm really, really thirsty and you are the type of unsavoury person I can feed on without feeling guilty. Now relax, or I will bite you.’

With little choice but to comply or suffocate, he set to work pleasing her, opening his mouth and darting his tongue toward her lips in little exploratory laps. With less than a little effort his face soon became coated in her juices, she was had already been more than wet and the actions of his tongue had only fed her arousal.

He felt the tip of his tongue slip pass the edge of her folds, and was rewarded with a fresh trickle of her unbelievably tasty fluid into his mouth. Swallowing, he realised in that moment that he hadn’t once come up for air. Did he need to breathe? Do Vampires breathe? He didn’t know, didn’t care at the point, all he knew was the warmth of her on his face, the taste of her on his tongue, and then desire to make her cum on his face.

Redoubling his efforts he reached his hands up to grip her tights, pulling them down harder into his face, and pushing his mouth tighter against her. His lips found her clit and drew the little bundle of nerves into his mouth, his lips forming a tight light seal as he sucked gently on on. Ysballe bucked wildly atop him, and Dagaz knew he had found the spot. Her fingers found his own and guided them around until the had a firm grip on her ass cheeks, kneaded them into the smooth globes and warning him a muffled cry for his efforts.

Through the thin skin of her thighs, he could hear the pulse quicken in her veins beneath, and use it as a metronome for the movements of his mouth.

Dagaz felt the familiar urge to touch himself to the pleasured moans and groans from Ysabelle's mouth. The sounds and the fact that he was the one responsible for them had his head spinning, but he resisted the temptation and focused on her. It was only fair, and it wasn't like he could even reach his junk from this angle anyway.

"I can't tell if you're teasing or just taking your time," Ysabelle scolded down at him.

'Perhaps both,' Dagaz thought as he gently bit down on her clit, boldly running her thumb against the crack of her ass. He wasn't even the one being touched and she felt like her body was on fire.

'I heard that!' Her voice was in his head, and the communication seemed to go both ways. For his small sign of defiance, for his attempts at exerting a little control, the woman above him ground her cunt harder down onto his face in an effort to remind his control was an illusion, and one she permitted him briefly.

Watching him from above though hungry eyes, as the Dagaz's warm pink tongue flicked out over her lips slowly, Ysabble lost herself to pleasure. Whether it was on purpose or not, he was definitely a natural tease. But she waited as patiently as she could, her breathing heavy and unstable as Dagaz continued to trace up and down her slit with his tongue. It felt like an eternity before she finally felt the wet warmth of it finally push inside of her, sending a jolt of electricity through her as she tried to keep her hips down on his face despite her bucking them.

Dagaz ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, flattening the pink muscle to lap at her diligently, running solely on instinct. Ysabelle's taste was addicting and he didn't think he could bring himself to stop now even if his life depended on it. It was do or drown. With a little effort, he managed to guide his fingers towards her throbbing entrance, taking a deep breath before sliding a single finger inside.

He heard her whimper, aloud this time, her hips bucking beneath his touch as his fingers reached that spot inside her that had her seeing stars already. The combination of his finger curling deep inside her to rub her G-spot, and the feeling of his lips. sucking on her clot didn't fail to turn Ysabelle into a puddle as she felt a throbbing tug deep in her abdomen.

Dagaz could feel her arousal pooling in the palm of his hand, filling his mouth as Ysabelle's thighs trembled above him. And as much as he wanted to draw this out, to make her wait that little bit longer so her orgasm would be that much stronger, he knew that she could probably only take so much. He could feel her thighs tensing around his head as her mewls and whimpers got louder, more frequent, and he knew she was getting close.

"Fuck me. Fuck me my Childe. Fuck me with that soft little tongue of yours. Mmmmmm, it feels so good inside me. It feels so good inside my pussy. Ohhhhhhh Dagaz, please, give me more. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder with your tongue. Ahhhhhhh yeeeesssss, that's it, harder, fuck me, yeeeessssss, yeeeeeessssss, oooooooohhhhhh yeeeeeessssss TONGUE ME!"

He tongue fucked her until her thighs were quivering, until her moans were shaky as he licked and sucked on the lips of her pussy, teasing her clit gently as his fingers dug into her thighs to still their shaking. Her pussy was dripping and he lapped it all greedily. He savoured the feeling of her hands curled into his thick dark chest hair, rutting his mouth and nose against her wetness, as she was on the brink of an orgasm that threatened to engulf them both.

'Oh Goddess, yeeessss. Eat my pussy. Please. Faster. Faster.' She was past the point of being able to vocalise her pleasure, the white hot feeling building inside her left no energy to form words, but she could still think them. "Now use that pretty little mouth to make me squirt.'

Dagaz **** another finger inside her, and watched intently as he saw. Ysabelle reach her hands up to twist her nipples hard. 'Eat me. Eat me.' she moaned.

'Oh my God, oh my God, ooooohhhhh myyyyyy Gooooodddddd!" she screamed, "I, oooooohhhhhh, I knew it. Mmmmmmm, I knew you'd like eating pussy. I... I knew if you just got a little taste you'd be hooked. Mmmmmm, just like me. Isn't that right? Yeeeeessssss, you're, ooooohhhhhh, you're hooked. And after tonight you're going to be craving it. Craving my pussy and my blood. Ahhhhhhh, oooooh, soon you're going to be a cunt craving bitch who knows his place. You dare tell me to stop again! You're... you're...'

With a final thrust of his fingers, he found the spot deep inside her he'd been searching for, and battered it mercilessly with his fingertips in unison with mouth sucking in her clit.

With a might flood, Ysabelle finally found her voice, screaming his name even as she gushed over his face. Dagaz felt her orgasm hit her in waves, chased shortly after by something far deeper, an almost alien like hunger that tore away the pleasure he felt until his mind once again clouded.

Time lost all meaning for him. All he knew was that he continued eating her pussy until his mouth and tongue were sore, Dagaz having no idea just how many orgasms he gave his Sire or how much girl cum ended up covering his face and sliding down his throat, only that it was a lot and yet somehow not enough, the compulsion she'd set on him driving him to keep tongue fucking her until he all but passed out.

Colours faded from the room, blues, whites, yellows all seeped away until all that remained was a sea of red, and soon that too faded to black.