Summary: While trying to climax on your own one night, a shadow slips in through your open window in the form of a hungry vampire looking for someone to drink and empty his balls into.
Note: This one got removed from Patreon, so you guys get to have it here. :)
Your room was silent except for the muffled sound of frustration and the sloppy squelching of lube on skin. You steadily massaged your dripping cock, trying in vain to find release, but unable to get harder than a semi-erection. The erotic fiction you read usually did a great job of getting you hot, but tonight, it just wasn’t cutting it. A chill autumn breeze swept in from your open window and sent a chill down your spine, and your whole body shuddered. You pulled harder as the characters in the story you were reading neared climax, trying to catch up, but the end came too quickly and the story was over, leaving you feeling needy and more than a little irritated. You sighed, accepting that you weren’t going to be able to finish tonight, and grabbed the towel you kept nearby to wipe your hands clean before leaning back in your chair. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily and trying to cool off.
“Need some help with that?”
The voice from behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin, and you whirled around in your chair. It tipped and toppled to the floor, nearly bringing you with it, but you caught yourself on the edge of your desk, and your fingers instinctively curled around the pocket knife you kept there. You flipped it open and brandished it against the intruder, who stood, dark and imposing in the dim lamplight, leaning against the frame of your open window with arms crossed. You swallowed hard, fear gripping your heart. With one hand you held your knife, and with the other, you pulled the hem of your t-shirt down, trying to cover yourself.
He was tall and slim, wearing nice black dress pants and shoes, and a black vest with crimson tie over a matching crimson shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms and strong, broad hands.
“Mmm. Cute,” the stranger hummed, and a smirk split his pale face.
“H-how did you get in here?” you asked.
Your shaky voice and trembling body betraying your nerves. You were on the third floor. Surely he hadn’t climbed? He gestured to the window with a brow raised, as if it was an obvious answer, and then took a step toward you, his long legs closing the distance in only a second. Your fight instinct kicked in, and you lunged at him with your blade. In one swift motion, he caught your wrist with one hand, and wrapped the other around your throat, then twisted to bring your legs out from under you. You landed on your back on your bed with the stranger on top of you, grinning down at you with sharp teeth and red eyes that glinted in the darkness. He pinned you there with this body, his grip on your wrist tightening until you finally released the knife. He tossed it across the room, releasing you for only a second. You tried to tangle your hand in his long black hair to try and gain some leverage against him, but his speed was inhuman, and he had your wrist in his hand once more, pinning it above your head while the weight of his body kept you trapped beneath him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent and making your stomach churn.
“I was just wandering through the neighborhood looking for a bite to eat when the most delicious scent reached me from your open window.”
He ground his hips down against your unclothed cock and pressed his lips against your neck. You could feel his wicked smile, those sharp teeth grazing against your skin.
“I could smell your arousal from down the block, brought to me on the breeze, and I knew I had to taste you.”
His voice was like honey in your ears, soft and sweet and sticky. It drew you in, swimming around in your head and swatting away your inhibitions with each word.
“You will let me taste you, won’t you?”
He feigned innocence. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to take whatever he wanted, whether you gave him permission or not. Despite everything inside of you telling you to scream or fight back, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to do either. He moved his hips, massaging your twitching cock as his own erection began to grow. You could feel it pressing against you, hardening with each passing second until it was straining against his zipper, a sizable bulge in his pants. A whine escaped your throat and your hips bucked.
“Ah, I think I know the answer to that question,” he purred.
With the revelation that you weren’t going to be able to get out of this, a scream finally began to build in your chest, but before you could release it, his lips were on yours, his long, pointed tongue snaking into your mouth to tangle with your own. He tasted sweet and metallic, and you began to drown in his essence as it encompassed you. The taste of his lips, the smell of his skin, the way he overpowered you so effortlessly, all worked together to draw you in, like a dog on a leash being called back to its master’s side.
You gave in to him. Your eyes fluttered closed, your tense muscles relaxed, and you allowed your hips to move as they pleased, searching for more friction. He removed his grip on your throat to pin your other wrist above your head with the first and held them both there as he moved against you. His body was like waves and yours was the shore, and he drew pieces of you into the infinite depths of himself with each caress. You turned your head away to break the kiss and draw in a lungful of air, and he took the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and collarbone.
Your pesky shirt must have been in the way, because he stood, grabbed a fistful of fabric in both hands, and tore it from your body with no effort at all. Then, he was back on you, gripping your hips with his hands, claws digging into your skin as his lips found your chest and he trailed kisses to your nipple. He sucked the bud into his mouth and you arched against him. One of his hands snaked in between your legs and massaged your inner thigh while the fingers of the other hand drew circles on your hip. You whined as he moved to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling and swirling his tongue until they were both swollen and sensitive and you were keening beneath his touch.
He worked his kisses down your stomach, moving ever closer to your twitching manhood, where you wanted his mouth the most. But he was teasing you, and instead of taking care of your cock, he nibbled and kissed the insides of your thighs while his fingers explored every dip and curve of your body. His touch was cold against your hot skin, and it made you shiver, made your breath quake.
Finally, finally, he threw your legs over his shoulders and mouthed at your testicles, licking and sucking like he’d done with your nipples. Your cock was hot and throbbing, desperate to be touched, but any words to beg him to give you proper attention were lost in the moans and whines that were falling freely from your lips. You were so sensitive, and he was driving you mad. You reached a hand down to stroke your cock, but he caught your wrist once more with a low, warning growl. You looked down to see those red eyes glaring at you from between your legs, and when he released your hand, you pulled it back quickly and decided to anchor yourself with a fistful of bedding instead.
You cried out when he flattened his tongue and trailed it up the underside of your cock. Your head fell back and hit the mattress and you arched your back again, your hips bucking to meet him. He pinned them back to the bed, and you knew you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in the morning, but you couldn’t help it. Your body wasn’t responding to any attempts to control its reactions, only to him and his careful ministrations. Your cockhead slipped past his lips, and he sucked softly, using the tip of his tongue to play with your slit. You groaned and clenched your teeth, legs shaking as he dipped his head and took more of you. You felt yourself hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed, squeezing your head just right, before he opened himself and took all of you in.
He paused there, swallowing again and again with his nose buried in your bush, and just when you were about to scream at him to do something, he began to move. He bobbed his head, agonizingly slowly, stroking every inch of you with his tongue and hollowed cheeks, swallowing around your cockhead each time it slipped down his throat. Your hands found his hair, and you tangled your fingers in it, gripping hard and tugging in an attempt to make him go faster. You let out a whine, and he chuckled, which nearly sent you over the edge as the vibrations traveled through your core.
“Fuck..” you groaned.
You chanced a glance at him, only to find those crimson eyes gazing at you, dark with hunger and lust. That look alone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't seem to look away. His head bobbed faster, and it was only then that you were able to close your eyes tight and allow your head to fall back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried as the spring in your stomach tightened.
No one had ever made you feel this good with their mouth before. No one had ever made you feel this good at all.
“I’m… gonna…” you choked out.
He got the picture, and took you fully down his throat as the spring released and you came with a cry. You could feel him swallowing around you as your cock throbbed, drinking down everything you gave him without complaint or hesitation. Each time he swallowed, it pulled more out of you, drawing you back into your high and suspending you there. Finally, he gave you some relief, and released your manhood with an audible pop.
He let you lie there, fingers still tangled in his hair, twitching and moaning as you came down, for far too long. Eventually, your hands fell back to your sides. Your fingers were sore, and you could barely move them from holding him so tightly.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he purred as he pushed himself to his feet.
You couldn’t find your voice. All that came out was a whimper. You were still in a daze when, over the ringing in your ears, you heard the sound of a zipper. You propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to see him slide his dress pants and boxer-briefs down his hips, and his thick cock spring free to slap against his bare lower stomach. He stepped in between your legs, grabbed you by your hips, and yanked you against him so that his length was pressing hard against your ass and balls, his cockhead red and glistening from where it stood proudly, wedged between you. Your eyes widened and you swallowed hard, one of your hands coming up to halfheartedly push him away.
“Oh, come now,” he smirked. “You don’t really want me to stop now, do you?”
He reached between you and pressed a finger against your asshole. You felt the plug you had put in there earlier in the night shift, and you winced.
“Or did you forget this was in here,” he chuckled. “It’s as if you were preparing yourself for me.”
He wiggled the plug and you clenched around it, cock twitching and hardening once more. Slowly, he pulled the plug free, and you whined at the empty feeling.
“Don’t worry, sweet pet,” he purred as he crawled on top of you, pressing his chest against yours. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and placed a soft bite. “I’ll replace it with something much more satisfying.”
His cock was hard and hot, and yours was rapidly catching up as his voice drew you back in. He pressed his lips over the fresh love bite as he lined up with your entrance and slowly began to push. He was much bigger than your plug, and you winced as your opening struggled to stretch around the thickest part of his head. He applied more pressure and gently rocked against you with a grunt. Suddenly, the head slipped in, and you cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tighter than I thought you would be,” he breathed.
Each time you clenched and relaxed, your body drew him in deeper, another inch, and then another, and then with one final push and a low moan, he buried himself as deep as he could. The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt before, and you were sure you felt your insides rearranging themselves to make room. You let out a whine, and he chuckled, sending vibrations through your chest.
“Too… big…” you stuttered out as you struggled to breathe.
He smiled against your neck and placed another kiss.
“That’s not even all of it. I've got at least three more inches for you to take.”
You swallowed hard.
“Don’t worry, little one. I won’t break you. Not unless you ask me to.”
Without warning, he began to thrust, slow and deep, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him to steady yourself.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Fuck, you feel even better than you smell. So warm, and tight.”
It was only as he had you pinned with his body that you realized just how much bigger he was than you. Not just his cock, but all of him. You were tiny in comparison and had no idea how he fit inside of you. But god, you were glad he did. Even these shallow strokes that he was offering were pressing all the right buttons, and it didn’t take long for the spring in your stomach to start tightening again. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a soft whine.
Wordlessly, he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and captured you in a deep kiss. His sharp teeth nipped at your lips, and his tongue prodded, searching for entrance. You allowed him in and were once more overtaken by the taste of something sweet and metallic. His tongue traveled further this time, not content with just dancing beside yours, and traveled to the back of your throat, where it teased for a moment before slipping down. You couldn’t hold back your moans, and he swallowed each one up greedily as his thrusts grew harder. He broke off the kiss suddenly and pushed himself to his feet. He grabbed your hips hard and pulled you back to meet every thrust.
“Oh, god…” you moaned.
“Far from it,” he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. “But you’re welcome to worship me.”
Your head spun and your body trembled, but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. Each time he bottomed out, your stomach distended as his cock pressed against your insides, creating a pronounced bulge in your lower belly. You collapsed back, too dizzy to hold yourself up for long, and rested a hand over the bulge.
He groaned and his grip tightened.
“That’s it,” he breathed.
His breath came in sharp pants and gasps, and each time his hips snapped forward to meet yours, the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the squelching of lube-like precum sang through the air like a melody. Just as you were getting used to his pace and depth, he hooked his hands beneath your knees and pushed them harshly up to your chest, folding you in half. The shift was smooth, effortless enough for him that his hips didn’t falter. With this new position, he was angled just right, and the next time his cock slid inside of you, it hammered against your prostate.
“Ah- Fuck!” you swore, your back arching involuntarily. “Fuck, please,” you cried.
“Please what?” he asked, and you could hear his smirk.
You wanted to slap it off his face, but your climax was approaching rapidly. You didn’t have time to ask again before it crashed over you, sending you rocketing into your second orgasm. He chuckled low in his chest, and it sounded a million miles away. Your ears were ringing, cock throbbing as it released onto your chest and face. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, and your vision began to blur as you clenched around him.
“Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock,” he growled. “I’m close.”
He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, sucking a deep bruise into the sensitive flesh there. His thrusts came quickly, and he bottomed out with each one, his thick cockhead pressing hard against the curve of your intestines, too big and too stiff to bend around it. You grit your teeth tightly, trying to fight back the discomfort that came with overstimulation. Even still, your own cock was hard where it lay, pressed between your bodies, stimulated constantly by the friction inside of and on top of you.
His movements became erratic, hips bucking frantically, and then he pushed hard against you and stilled. You could feel his cock throbbing, and your stomach was flooded with warmth as he came with a low growl. There was a sharp pain in your neck, and you hissed, hands tangling in his hair to try and pull him away. He only gripped you tighter, and the sharp pain was replaced with a gentle sucking sensation and the metallic scent of blood.
Bliss flowed through you, and your head swam once again. He was drinking your blood. There was a twinge of fear in your pounding heart that lasted for only a moment before it was replaced with pure, unfiltered bliss. You’d never felt such full-body ecstasy like this before, and you didn’t know if it was due to the hot seed still flowing from his thick cock, or the fact that he was devouring you. Your hands dropped from his hair back to your sides, fingers tingling. Darkness crept at the edge of your vision while a pleasant numbness spread throughout your body. A shaky, content sigh slipped past your lips, and you closed your eyes. You were his.
want to make a boy cum so hard he can’t handle it, like when he’s almost there he whines and swears, almost panicked, and then tenses up and tries to grab the sheets or me, and i don’t stop what i’m doing and it’s so intense. subby boys are just so cute and sexy when they’re overwhelmed with pleasure.
ffuck premature cumming is so fucking hot omfg especially if they get all embarrassed and I get to reassure them like "no baby it's okay you were just too excited" oohgods like yes you were so turned on you couldn't hold it? I'm flattered
thing where somebody gets so mindlessly turned on that their hips start jerking forward rhythmically and involuntarily like a needy dog very easily one of the hottest observed phenomena
