Vampire's Bloodlust: Sucking Her Pussy Dry in the Moonlight

The cobblestones of the ancient European town were slick with night dew, but inside the shadowed villa, the air was thick with musk and raw desire. Elara, draped in shredded black lace, backed herself against a cold stone pillar. Lord Valerius, his fangs glinting like polished obsidian, pinned her wrists above her head. His breath, smelling faintly of aged wine and copper, ghosted over her heated skin. He didn't kiss her; he descended, his mouth a ravenous vacuum claiming her wet pussy. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat as his tongue worked the folds, drawing out a slick, desperate sound. "Fuck me harder," she gasped, arching her hips against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his trousers. He groaned, a deep, possessive sound, before shifting his attention to the delicate juncture of her thighs. He sucked deep, pulling a shuddering squirt from her core. "Take my cock deep," he rumbled, finally freeing himself to plunge into her slick heat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting the relentless thrusts head-on. "Cum inside me!" she screamed as the vampire drove into her one final, earth-shattering time.