Faline

Unable to help it, my eyes close. Concentration fixed while a painful stroke is made, enfolding walls want to clench hard against the invasion even as I try to relax them. Pants and small exclaims are made as I continue the motion.

Moving back just a little before going forward again, the drag creates a whole new set of thrills and has my head going back. Hard clasps are made at my hips with the intent to pull me forward, but I open my eyes to face him, stopping all movement.

Nicolaus's sweat covered body is making things slick as I grip at him, pulling his hands off to thread through mine, holding tight. A hitch of breath catches my attention back to Madaline who's still standing there, her gaze having gone to where mine and his bodies have been clasped, the skirt having been moved when I pulled at his hands.

Her eyes are glazed as she watches on, my own mind just as foggy and uncaring that she's witness to this. Having given enough rest, I move again, pulling him in deeper. Hitched breathing and gasps echo throughout the room from the three of us.

With a last lunge, I seat myself on his full length. A small shout comes from me while I lean forward, stiff-arming his chest. The expression on his face is a mix of happiness, triumph, lust, and even a touch of love.

Impatient body has movements starting almost right away, first small and slow then leading to long and a little faster. The feeling of being full with a bite of pain as I seat myself over and over, rocking turning to rolling as I brace myself on his hands, watching him while I move.

Clenching inner muscles tight makes him shout, so when I do it again, his mouth is captured with my own and the sound is swallowed. Motions speed up as his continual entrances glide easier from shared fluids smoothing the way. Moans are made into his kisses as I find new pleasures with a male.

My eyes slide up to see Madaline with her head back, hand buried behind her peacock feathers, legs splayed wider than before. The sight sends a shock through me, a rush of heat bathing Nicolaus's shaft and causing muscles to pull on him harder. His grunts sound loud in my ears as I molest his mouth, hands releasing his to go back to his chest and belly. My thrusts once again become aggressive as my tongue trails down to his throat. Male hands again come to me, slithering up my shirt to cup and mold with their heat.

Small nips take me down his chest, where I kiss over the healed areas I had torn into. The chunk I had pulled from over his heart is completely sealed, invisible, no trace left behind. Can feel his groans vibrate through me as I look up to see him watching me.

Keeping his attention, I lick over the spot, then sink fangs deep. Another shout comes from him, his shaft hardening even more and jumps, jerking against walls that get messaged over and again. His back arches when I pull my teeth free, dragging a hot tongue over him.

Don't know what others get from my bite, but I don't see it being much from reactions I've gotten from the non-Vamps I've fed on. Pulling myself back up as I ride his body, my breathing is fast with a speeding heartbeat. The hands that had been on my breasts go back to my rear where he grips and pulls me into him hard.

Gasping, my thrusts come faster, the friction in my body coiling tighter and tighter. Keening escapes my throat as I move against him, eyes close before he growls at me to open them. Doing so, anger flits through me with the order and makes my motions harsh, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

I glare down at him as my insides start shaking, the beginning of release playing at my senses. Hard hands raise my hips while he jackhammers up into me. Widening my eyes as he beats against my cervix, the pain mixes with the extreme ecstasy flowing through me.

A scream gets ripped from my core, sounding for only a moment before I close it off by biting into my hand. Head goes back as wave after wave goes through, center weeping heavily over him and bathing his shaft and groin with my heat. Nicolaus clamps me to him firmly, deeply, as he lets out a shout, shooting his seed into infertile depths.

I collapse onto him, his arms go around me and hold me tightly. Hearts thunder with heavy breathing and steamy skin. A noise has me raising my head in confusion before I realize what it is; Nicolaus is purring. It sounds weird coming from a human body.

A smile tugs at my lips while his sleepy eyes open. He's not tired, just looks drowsy, content. His gaze roams over my face before a hand lifts and cups my cheek, looking for something and apparently finding it as he smiles.

With my frame throbbing and vibrating, I don't move. His body still reaching deep within mine as I try to keep still, knowing movement will only make him hard almost immediately. Don't know if it's a Vampire thing or just a Nicolaus thing, but he doesn't seem to stay down for very long.

A rude noise draws both of us to look over to the bitchy Vamp with shared annoyed looks. Arranging her feather skirt around her, she brushes at it while glaring at me. I just smirk and have to come clean.

"Well. Only got yourself to blame for that, chick. Because of your annoying me is what resulted in this. When you stormed in, did you think you were interrupting an already-insertion? This is the first time I've taken him willingly, and now I have the joy of rubbing it in your face."

Keeping my eyes on her, I lower my face and drag my tongue over a small hardened nipple. Madaline looks at me in disbelief, but it slowly dawns on her when she thinks over my actions. Her shock mixing with rage and jealousy only makes me smile, but my body is heating in anger at both her and myself.

Letting her irk me to the point of doing something that I was trying to prevent. Yes, it felt good. Yes, his face warmed me when he smiled. But it's always the after-thought when the endorphins fade that second thoughts intrude. The bite of shame.

Insides are also now starting to cramp from the beating on my womb. One of my hands disappears to press to my lower belly, keeping a stiff upper lip as I'm glared at. Dumb bitch steps forward, a growl rising from me as I bare my teeth at her.

This idiot will never learn as she keeps coming at me. Nicolaus sighs and lets me go, knowing that his happy time is over. Being crouched as she comes at me still in her heels, puts her at just the level I need.

Leaping straight up and swinging my right arm down, then directly into her face, connects to her left cheek solidly with a backhand combined with Vampire strength. My use of it is becoming better and better with all the morons I've been beating down. Or failing at miserably in Lady's case.

Madaline's body goes flying, my growl having turned into a full out scream-roar. She crashes into the edge of the desk, can hear ribs collide with stiff wood and give under the pressure. My swing had twisted me enough that I can see Nicolaus, stuffed back into his wet jeans and leaning against the wall casually.

Her shout and angry scream follow soon after as she pulls herself to her feet, blood trickling from her mouth as she gurgles. Seems those broken ribs have punctured a lung. Her teeth are bared, same as mine, and both are again elongated.

So Vampire teeth do indeed grow when in combat, imagine that.

"Nicolaus, you need to contain your sister. I'm done with all this pussyfooting around. If she comes at me again, I will kill her. That's a promise."