Sexus Cum Lamia

Like I said, generally speaking, don't have sex with vampires. That being said...

CASE #3223 - Cat in the Hat

Part One - Sexus Cum Lamia

Date: 04/11/2022

Her pert breasts were firm in my hands, the soft flesh filling my palms whilst I railed her from behind. Were it not for my muscular arms gripping onto her slim frame, her pink areolas would be swinging like pendulums. The snow-white skin of my otherworldly partner felt cold against me, not enough to disconcert me, but just enough to remind me that the beautiful woman sheathed onto my cock was not completely human.

I grabbed her jet-black hair, bunching it into my closed fist whilst she gasped with delight at my assertion over her. Shoving her off from under me, still holding her locks, I pushed her towards the tall glass of her apartment window. If anyone from the cobbled street below or the apartments opposite to have gazed in our direction, they would have seen a majestic, raven-haired women's sharp facial features pressed against the fenestration, her naked body shaking with my exertions and the orgasms that ravaged her. Had they peered closer still, they would have seen the two thin teeth protruding from either side of her moaning mouth.

I pulled her hair back get again, making her back arch like a bow so that her body still faced the window, but her golden eyes could gaze at me at the top of her vision. "You like that, huh?"

The beautiful monster could have torn my throat out in an instant, or throw me clean through the window and onto the pavement below without even a hint of effort, but instead she merely groaned at my words, her mind too filled with ecstacy to bother protesting my demeaning of her.

Thrusting inside of her soft, pink opening faster now, unholy juices splaying in greater quantities across my cock with each motion, I taunted my subservient lover more.

"You're my ****, aren't you, Keziah? You would do anything for this big dick!" I cusped her neck, flexing her body further so that her ruby red lips brushed sensually against mine whilst her cute ass flailed and wriggled with each pounding. Her eyes lit up with anger at my comment, and for a moment I thought that my arrogance may have brought our coupling to a bloody end, but the words drew from her ragged breath proved otherwise. Sex you see, dear reader, is as much about the mental as it is the physical.

"Please... please, oh please..." The poor thing clearly hadn't been fucked properly in eons prior to meeting myself.

With one final thrust, and a roar into the spacious apartment, my white seed soaked into her welcoming cunt, and I allowed her limp body to fall at my feet in a puddle of sweat. The room was silent save for our tired exhalations.

"So, where exactly can I find a monaciello?"

As fantastic as intercourse with Keziah always was, a lover as great as myself came with a price; information. No species gossips like vampires do; few things happened in London's underworld without one of the bloodsuckers knowing of it. For the past three months, I had been searching for a werecat, but to no avail. Never before had I taken so long on a contract, and the people, no not people, things, that hired me were not known for their patience.

"Not a monaciello, Clark, _the _Monaciello." Her annoyance at my ignorance would have been intimidating were she not leaking my cum like a miniature waterfall from her exposed nethers.

"Very well, where exactly is the Monaciello?"

She cast a pitying glance at me. "They have you chasing things that do not exist, my precious detective. There is no such thing as a 'werecat'."

I feigned insult at her remark, although I was quickly beginning to agree with the three hundred year-old beauty. "If there are werewolves, there must logically be werecats!"

She offered a sad smile at my japing demonstration of reason, pulling herself up onto her feet with a grace that no human could match. Her breasts pushed against my chest as she craned her head upwards, snuzzling my neck and gently whispering into my ear, "I will miss you after they kill you."

Vampires rarely possess subtelty.

"Where is he?" Gone was the playfulness from my voice.

"He frequents a pub called The Old White Bear. He's about two feet tall, so I imagine he won't be difficult to find."