Palacia crawls over my larger, curvier body. She grinds her cock into my aching pussy and slaps my ass cheeks with her weighty, hairless balls. Theclapof them rings out in the night, joining my moans in Liolen Sesk’s throne room. “Harder, Pala, fuck!”
She rails into me from above, all but squishing herself into my body. My ass flattens on the cold wood of the table, my spine bowing as she fucks me.
I reach down, cup her ass cheeks again, urging her forward. Rolling my hips into hers. My eyes spin, my tits swing, and every part of me wobbles and shakes while she skewers me from above. The bony, pale Bitch-Queen-breaker, finally using her incredible tool on me and making me see stars as I close my eyes.
Another lightning bolt of lust shoots through me. I can’t believe this is me, the “queen” of the revolution, former Lady of Manor Marquin, flailing and moaning from an interfolk vampire I could crush with my body.
Now, she’s doing the crushing. Every pump of her hips sends a shudder of ecstasy through me. Every time her cock descends inside I let out a bark of a moan.
Twitching, squeezing her closer, wishing she could hilt that thing inside me to the balls.
She buries her hands between her legs. Her left hand nuzzles my throbbing clit with deft, spindly fingers, and makes me scream. Her right hand furiously strokes the base of her cock, trying to pump me full, while the top-half of her length spears me with every thrust. She ducks her head between my titsand nibbles on my flesh, tonguing my nipples, alighting every erogenous zone on my body.
I become a sopping, trembling mess as Palacia fucks me stupid. All I can do is hold her close, feel the wiry muscles flex with every thrust, her shoulders and spine biting into my forearms and hands as I hug her against me.
“Fuuuck!” I scream in a throaty rasp.
She moves faster, the clapping picks up speed, and I let out inhuman sounds—“Ughh, uuck, ahhh, fuuu”—until her rhythm slows.
Palacia lifts her head, her lank green-blonde hair getting caught between my breasts. Tilting her face, she bares her fangs and murmurs, “Please let me drink from you again, Sephania. It’s been so long.”
I nod profusely, sputtering, “Y-Yes! Do it! Feast on my blood while you feast on my cunt!”
She doesn’t stop fucking me even as she bites lightly just above my collar. I hardly feel the pinprick from the damage she’s inflicting on my pussy, railing me until my mind stops working.
The vacuum sensation of her sucking my blood makes the next climax more powerful, headier, and has me twitching and curling my toes all over again. Both my legs close around her this time, locking her into place so she has nowhere to go butdeeper.
It’s already almost painful how deep she gets inside my guts, but I wantmore.I need to unravel with her in my arms. She’s hardly even touching the table, I notice, burrowing in my curves and jiggling flesh instead, sucking my Loreblood, plowing my cunt, teasing and flicking my nipples.
“It’s too much, Pala!” I wail. My insides are on fire, my belly swelling in rhythm with her pulsating throbs.
I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands, then slide my fingers between her crack. I find her little asshole and dip my fingersin, while my other hand locates her swinging balls and lightly fondles.
Pala lets out a sound of pleasure, a groan of delight, and pulls her bleeding mouth from my collar. “Yes, Mistress, yes!”
Finally she’s showing some emotion as she fucks me. It’s short-lived, like my sanity, and I can’t believe I’m doing this, butI have to find out.
While I finger her hole and she destroys mine, sweat lines our sliding skin. I roll her onto the side, then onto her back, using her like a fuck-toy because she’s so easy to move.
Then I’m riding her, bouncing up and down, slamming my ass against her bony thighs and lighting the room up with the sounds of my flapping, jiggling cheeks.
I push down on her shoulders, surprising her, and take over. It doesn’t last long, because from this angle I can’t hold back my immense orgasm that’s been bubbling inside for so many minutes now.
I let out a gasp when Palacia slams inside me and punches my deepest spot, a curtain of colors shooting behind my lids as I bow my back and throw my hair over my shoulder to bounce my ass down on her one last time.
She groans, clutches my huge cheeks drooping over her legs, embedding her small hands in them, and then lifts me with preternatural strength—
Just as ropes of cum erupt from her cock and launch into the air. They shower my ass, my back, my sweaty hair, the essence white-hot against my tender skin. Pala twitches beneath me, her face a contortion of pure pleasure as her eyes roll back and I think she’s going to pass out.
She doesn’t stop coming for alongtime, until I’m worried how much fluids she’s expelling from her skinny body. She scent of our mixed arousal is thick in the air, and the sounds of our romp drown away.
I’m left staring down at her, wondering if I’m squishing the life out of her undead bones, but knowing I’m not because, well, she’s undead. I might weigh three times as much as her, but that’s nothing to a vampire.
She stares up at me. I feel her cock fall out and flap back between my ass crack, finally beginning to go limp after absolutely painting my backside with her seed for almost a full breathless minute.
Palacia is so pretty. Even sweaty, even spent, there’s a rosiness to her cheeks that shouldn’t exist. I see her thin brow furrow, confusion stretching across her pristine countenance.
I reach down, smiling gently, and cup her cheek, running my finger along her pointed chin. It’s almost a sorry, sad expression on my face, because the truth hits me in the gut immediately once we’re done.