Writing a lot of vampire smut at the moment. But do you really want a story about a horny teenager and a sexy vampire who don't bang? Twilight joke.
🕑 Added 2014-10-18 11:37:34 +0000 UTC
Puddle of satisfaction echoed in Mindy’s vagina—she could just see herself lying there, all fucked out, Lucia with a saucy little smile like Mindy was just a cute kitten that’d amused her. Mindy felt the leather strap of the strap-on on Lucia’s waist, bucking over her groin, and fuck, she didn’t care if she Shining’d out blood. She was kissing Lucia, she was touching her, she was pushing her down onto the bed and if the leg she threw over Lucia wasn’t a perfect slender pillar of alabaster flesh, it was one-half of the pair Lucia had chosen to get between.
“Don’t go too fast,” Lucia warned, concern freeing her eyes from their sultry stare. “I know, I’m super-hot, but slow and steady, Minz.”
“You want me to fuck you like a tortoise?” Mindy had a hold on the strap-on, keeping it pointed upward. She lowered herself down—okay, okay—don’t fucking freak out—it touched her, just like it had before, but this time a fresh wave of anxiety hit because she was doing it to herself. Mindy could’ve laughed; she trusted Lucia more than herself. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. She bit her lip, bent her legs another half-inch—oh! She just opened right up for it. Like it was a tampon. A really big tampon… yes, that comparison was helping.
Lucia petted her thigh, reached up to stroke her face. Touch light, tempting. Every stroke downward. Motioning her in. To where Lucia was waiting to turn her into one big puddle of satisfaction.
Another half-inch. Mindy gasped. It wasn’t totally weird, it reminded her a little of Lucia’s fingers, but they’d been like her own fingers (only more so) and Mindy had gotten used to that good-weird feeling back when Robert Downey Jr. was a cokehead. The little—protuberance wasn’t her-fingers-but-extra-Lucia, it was much more, the shape strange, the feel terrifying. It couldn’t be fingers, her body quailed like it was an entire fist.
Lucia’s honeyed voice started in. “You’re okay. You’re doing great. Go as slow as you want, okay? Don’t think about it—it’s just a part of me, okay? See? I’m touching you here.” She ran her fingers down Mindy’s chest. “And I’m touching you here.” She gave her hips a miniscule rock, jogging the dildo’s head inside Mindy. A twitch that was neither pain or pleasure made Mindy whinge. “It’s just me, Minz. You can let me in, can’t you?”
Mindy kept going—down down down, into an abyss only she wasn’t falling, the abyss was inside her, she was letting something fall into her and she had so much room… all the while, Lucia tickling, teasing, poking and prodding, keeping Mindy seeing her. Only her. The dildo was just a part of Lucia, pulled into her like the blood they’d stolen, and now Mindy was consuming it, needful body devouring it. A second-hand vampire.
