Bloody Lonely

“Andrew?” My voice was small, and I could swear I almost felt my heart beat.

He threw himself against me, holding me tightly to him and bending to kiss along my neck. I grasped his head, and forced his mouth to mine. Feeling his long, cool tongue wrap around my own was bliss incarnate!

I pulled away, doubting my sanity. “How are you here? Are you real?”

Andrew nodded, his long, midnight hair falling in his pink eyes. “Yes! Andy’s aunt, she is a veritable sorceress! She conjured up my body from the air itself! Well, along with a bunch of chalk and various and sundry other items. With the help of Andy’s friends, the power of six, and I as the seventh, I was made whole, I am here, in the flesh!”

Feeling a touch worried, I couldn’t help but inquire further, “But your soul? Are you well? Is Andy Biersack dead?”

Andrew shook his head, “No, that is the beauty of it! He has his own soul now, made from pieces of mine, his partners’, and his friends’. I am free of him! They even gave me clothes! I flew here first thing as I was able.”

Andrew turned and shut the door. “My eternal huntress, I have waited so long for this, I am at pains to give speech to my feelings.”

He reached for my face and his cool fingers trembled lightly. I ran a hand over his cold chest. “Are you hungry? You must be famished, I will find someone for-“

Andrew caught my hand nimbly as I turned, “-I am starving, but only for you. Lay with me again? You make my chilly heart beat, (Y/N).”

I let Andrew draw me into a sweet kiss, and gone was the weaker, human bashfulness of Andy Biersack’s body. Andrew tugged my hair, pulling my head back and baring my neck to him. He ran his long tongue over and over me before withdrawing it and releasing his hold on my hair. “Forgive me, I am so eager to have you, I should have asked-“

I snorted. “-Don’t be a fool! Nothing has changed, you are as welcome to my blood as to my body!”

Andrew smirked, “Well, in that case…”

“Eee!” With the strong arms of the undead, Andrew lifted me, carrying me like a bride with ease.

He bent to kiss me quickly again, clearly impatient. “Now, tell me at once, what is the fastest way to get you out of your clothes and into your bed?”

I chuckled as I pointed down the hall. “That way.”

Before I knew right from left, top from bottom, I found myself free of clothes as Andrew suckled enthusiastically on my breasts. I ran my hands through his soft hair. “Don’t torture yourself. Feed from me, beloved. You must be famished, I ate just last week.”

Andrew’s tongue was already trying to unravel, it was comical to watch him try and talk with it flopping about. “You wook as tho you jus suppt, my infuhnal huntruss.”

I giggled, blushing from the compliment, as Andrew bent to run his tongue along the side of my ribs, then up, alongside my breast. I stilled as I felt his sharp bite into my lateral thoracic artery, dim waves of pleasure ebbing through my body from the site of the laceration.

Andrew groaned as he neatly plugged the hole with his tongue and took a good, long pull. I was very old; I had to be a fine vintage by now. His eyes rolled back into his head as he drank, absently gripping my breast with the hand he wasn’t using to steady himself.

Inebriated, he pulled away, messily running his hand over the wound and willing it to heal. It was unnecessary, strictly speaking. I was so old, I now healed myself, but it was touching to see him try.

He lolled forward onto the bed, falling to lie next to me. “(Y/N)! You have aged so beautifully, I never thought to taste a draught so sweet! You are intoxicating!”

Blood leaked from his mouth, and I moved to kiss it off his fine lips. Mhmmm… He was almost icy, it made me feel so strangely needy. Slowly, I remembered what it was that I wanted. “Rid yourself of those foolishly snug trousers! I have a hunger in me that only you can sate!”

Not wanting to wait for Andrew to recover fully from his drink, I tugged his pants off. It was a bit of a challenge, as they stuck on his feet, they were so tight! I was displeased to find he was also wearing underthings, and I simply tore those apart, flinging them to the side.

By that point, Andrew had recouped enough to remove his shirt, and he was clearly eager in more than one sense of the word. His phallus, so porcelain and noble in its length, seeped his pink excitement.

Enthusiastic, I gripped it, for the first time in millennia, with my bare hands! Giving it a stroke, and loving the steely, cool feel of it, I bent to take him into my mouth.

Mmhmm… I tasted his precum, just lightly flavored with blood, for just a moment before I pushed myself further, driving his member down my gullet.

Andrew groaned, grasping my hair and holding it out of the way. Not, I knew, for my convenience, but so that he had a better view. Lecher!

I worked him slowly, steadily, taking the crown of him in and rubbing it against my tongue, then sliding it down, past my larynx, into my very throat. Small tastes of his enjoyment came with each leisurely thrust as his slit was brought, leaking, over my taste buds, and they were paired with his soft groans.

I reached for his testicles with my hand and cradled them gently, stroked slowly between them to compliment my rhythm on his shaft. I wrapped my tongue around his length and tugged wetly, jerking him off with the long, strong muscle, letting my saliva and his pre-ejaculate run down, across my tongue, and begin to pool on his pelvis.

He groaned lowly, “Beautiful predator…” Then used a hand to force me back down, to swallow him again. I did it gladly, even as my jaw began to pain me a bit, and hastened my pace.

Feeling feisty, I purposefully nicked Andrew’s shaft. I felt him flinch, but the small taste from the skin bleeder was worth it. Mmmhmmm… After just a few drops, I held a finger over it to heal it, pausing in the pleasuring of my dark paramour.

I looked up at Andrew, who was grinning like a fool. “Oh, are you stopping? Then, I suppose, it’s my turn, eh?”

I was briefly completely unbalanced and disoriented as Andrew easily lifted me, bringing me upwards to lay my head on the pillow. I had forgotten how strong he was!

He joyfully flipped my legs over his shoulders. “Sexy lady-dracula, indeed!” And then he put his bare mouth to my sex! I could feel his tongue uncoiling against me, then probing my entrance, starting to fill me as the base of it rubbed and shimmied against my most sensitive place!

I moaned, totally incapacitated, as Andrew started to pump me with his tongue, filling me as he still licked and sucked my clit. Time stood still, there was nothing but Andrew, touching, taking me, his gruff murmurs of approval. Soon I found I had my hands clutched tight in his hair, the tension in my belly growing torturous.

Desperate to share pleasure, together, as one, I made myself grasp his head and pull him away from my center. “Take me!” I had never been so glad that vampires could not bear children in the traditional fashion. Andrew already shared my vampiric infection; there would be no need for condoms this time.

In the time it takes for lightning to strike, Andrew was over me, easing my legs further apart, reaching to guide himself into me. It was not difficult, I was positively slippery with desire, and my sex welcomed his intrusion.

At last! I had Andrew, my Andrew, inside of me! His desire mixed with mine as he drove himself deeper, stroking my flesh exactly as it had wanted for so many centuries, his body cool and slick against mine. It felt right; we were together, again!

After only a minute or so of frantic kisses, I felt the tension in my core grow tight and desperate. I moved my hips faster, wanting what only Andrew could give me; I needed release. I clawed at his back as the pressure grew insurmountable, I felt as though my body would tear itself apart.

And then, like a sonic boom, pure ecstasy and satisfaction discharged out from where we joined, weakening my muscles, rendering me limp. I felt pure rhapsody in my dark lover’s arms, paired with a peculiar, blissful, calm.

Andrew slowed for a moment, though it clearly pained him to pace himself so, and I grinned at him impishly. I was rewarded with a tender kiss that reignited the delicious feeling between my legs, and we started again, making love to last throughout eternity.

I felt my momentum was regained, the sheer pleasure of the union, so wet and filling, radiating through my being, making my skin feel alive! Unmistakably, I felt my heart shift in my chest, as though it were considering a beat.

Covered in sweat, Andrew’s thrusts started to grow more powerful, more urgent, and I could sense that he was losing control of his desire, wanting fulfillment of his own. Eager, I moved my hips to meet his, wanting to feel him spend himself in me once again, after so many years.

But I hadn’t anticipated that my own quickening would approach at the thought of Andrew’s orgasm within me. I found myself gripping his back again, curling my legs tightly around his hips, as his rhythm reached a punishing pace!

I felt as though I sailed through space, hurtling like an asteroid, and at any moment, I would break through the atmosphere and hit the earth, destroying myself and all life around me, in one glorious moment. Just as I felt myself begin to melt around the edges, my crescendo beginning, I heart Andrew groan loudly and felt him spurting his seed inside of me.

Glorious! I was carried to a nether-realm where all that existed was Andrew and I, where all that that could be was his sweet spend, filling me, coating me, as I clenched so hungrily at him for more. My body blossomed at his touch, his carnal blessing, as he worked us through the sweet denouement of the moment.

At last, Andrew came to rest upon me, both of us panting as we reached for one another. But even over the sounds of our harsh breathing, I could not mistake the feeling of my heart, beating, slowly, in my chest, just as I could feel its echo as Andrew’s breast thrummed steadily against mine.

Notes

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