Smutty's One-shots

Andrew wiped his miraculous saliva from my finger with the cuff of his tunic, and I was still in a heady daze as he started to speak, his voice strengthened all the more. “There you are my dear, thank you. Vampire bites heal very quickly, you’ll be good as new in a few min-“

I grasped his long-fingered, slender hand in mine and leaned forward, cutting him off, “-That’s all?”

Master Andrew sat up, now radiating a subtle strength. “Uh, yes. Though you’re delightful to taste, I-“

I squeezed his hand and bent further towards him, “-I want more of you. It’s just as they say, you’re intoxicating to me.”

Andrew withdrew his hand from mine, and gently pushed on my shoulder. “You don’t know what you’re asking; it’s dangerous for-“

Unthinking and desperate for more of his touch, for him to kiss me elsewhere, I quickly undid the front of my shift, baring myself as I pulled it from my shoulders. “-I want you, Master Andrew.”

He held completely still as his gaze dropped to my breasts and lingered there. I didn’t miss him licking his finely-shaped lips. There was a long pause before he lifted his eyes to stare intensely at me. “You’re brimming with life, it froths through your veins; you smell exquisite…”

He shook his head, frowning and looking pointedly at the bed sheets, “But, I don’t even know your name-“

“-(Y/N).” Acting more brazenly than I ever had, I took his hand and brought it to cup my breast.

He looked up at me, “That’s a lovely name…” He instinctively squeezed, molding the flesh to his palm. “Fitting for such a lovely woman.”

His gaze dropped to the breast in his hand, and for a moment he was silent. “Ah, fuck it.” And then his mouth was on my nipple, his other arm wrapping around my back, arching me towards him! I felt that same pinch as his teeth broke through my skin, and my head began to flood with endorphins, delicious and erogenous.

I held his head to me as he sucked on the little cuts, teasing my nipple with his tongue. I had never felt such a sensual caress, and the sting as his fangs dug in deeper went straight to my center, tingling and electric. He groaned into the mouthful he had of my chest, suckling harder, before pulling away.

Instantly, I was transfixed by the sight of him. My blood just rimmed the inside of his pouty lips, and he seemed so vivid, so feral and alive. “Master Andrew-“

He licked his lips, “-No, just Andy, you will call me Andy…”

Again he moved to lick at the two small puncture marks by my nipple, as they had begun to leak blood down my breast. The touch stirred in me a hunger of my own as I felt my sex weep for the want of him .I laced my fingers through his burnished golden locks, “More, Andy, I want all of you.” I stared into his starving gaze as he looked up at me, still not wholly committed.

In movements too fast for my eye to follow, he tore my clothes from me entirely, leaving me bare. Abruptly, he was standing behind me, a cold hand cupping my backside. “This is what you mean? You want to be a plaything? You want to serve as my bloodbag?”

The look in his eye was mildly contemptuous, but it cleared to genuine surprise after I spoke. “No, I want you as a man. You make me feel so differently…” My words muddled together and I felt awkward and immature in front of such age and power. It seemed so unthinkable, to be rejected after having just a taste of the possible bliss…

Andy seemed conflicted, talking to himself as much as to me, “You desire a union, but you’re so young, you don’t know what you’re saying-“

Acting on instinct alone, I cut him off with a simple kiss. At first, he froze rigidly, and I assumed I would shortly be sent away. But then I felt his cool hand lightly touching the small of my back, keeping me close, as he pulled away. “You say I am intoxicating to you, but the converse is most certainly true as well. Do you really wish to lay with me?”

Thrilled that I seemed to have won him over, I stood on tiptoe to press my lips to his again as an answer. This time, he opened his mouth to me, and his cold kiss might as well have been placed between my legs for the effect it had on me.

I grew faint from the overwhelming sensations that his saliva brought, and he chuckled, low and devilish, as he lowered me to the bed. “So pliable and sweet…”

I curled in on myself amidst the puffy coverlets, inhaling the scent of him from the pillow. I was only vaguely aware of him undressing in my peripheral vision, I was so taken by the high he had brought me.

I blinked heavily to try and reorient myself in reality, but there was nothing for it. The strange euphoria permeated my entire being. I looked down at my chest to see the drying rivulets of blood underneath the small pinpricks, already almost healed. Around the marks I felt warmth, a mildly vibrating sensation.

I surfaced, seeing Andy had appeared, lying in the bed, next to me. His remarkably light eyes were searching, but his voice gave away his amusement. “You’ve never been bitten before. If you think my saliva makes you feel good, just wait until you sample my more passionate body fluids.”

Not really processing what he said, I pushed my chest against his, rubbing his leg with mine. I smiled at him and giggled despite myself, putting a hand on his lean, cool shoulder. He grinned down at me, displaying his canines to effect, before leaning towards me to kiss me, a burning, cold kiss. The intensity was heightened by his lack of a need for breath, it was clear he spent every second feeling me, exploring my mouth with his.

It was then that I felt his erection against me, and I reached for it, wanting to feel his length in my palm. Grasping the perfect girth of it, feeling it pulse with cool promise in my hand, the suggestion planted itself in my mind. What a fine, fine phallus. I wanted to suck on it.

I pulled away from Andy’s honeyed kiss, wobbling a little, then moved lower on the bed , bending to take him in my mouth. He was cool, and hard, but what enamored me instantly of the experience was the drop of excitement he had at his slit. It ran across my tongue, and I felt like I was rolling through clouds made of a billion strands of silk, as though the world was enfolding me in its voluptuous womb, feeding me the essence of life itself. Enraptured and wanting more, I sucked on his glorious shaft, running my tongue along his frenulum and gripping the base with my hand.

My pace was languorous, indulgent as I took him in to kiss the back of my throat with his crown again and again. Each time I slid his cool member inside me, then pulled back, I was rewarded with the tiniest drop of his precious enthusiasm.

I was nonplussed when I felt strong fingers in my hair encouraging me upwards, Andy moving his pelvis, pulling my toy away from me. “You’re bite drunk, (Y/N).” I shook my head, not understanding, a kaleidoscope of wonders still somersaulting through my brain. “Yes, you are. Lay back and take a break for a moment. I’ll keep you entertained.”

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