PART TWO

              Maryem tried to ignore the waves of pleasure that defied her terror.  His lips were soft and passionate, and her clit was swelling with each movement over his leg.  She felt his grip on her wrists loosening as her will to fight him was slowly fading.  Everything in her begged for more and Maryem fought to tell herself that it was her body’s reaction to stimulation mixed with fear.  His lips found her nipple she moaned and her back arched.  Moving a hand to cup her opposite breast, rolling the hard bit under the thin fabric.  She groaned and pushed herself against him as he explored and teased her body. 

                The soaked fabric of her panties excited him as he began to smell her fragrance.  She felt a bit of pain, looking down to see the monster sucking blood from a bite on her breast.  Against her thigh she could feel his cock hardening in his pants as he sucked the blood from her again.  Maryem brought her hands to his head, pushing her flesh into his bite.   Her body trembled again and this time she knew it was her hunger growing as well.  He stripped her of the skirt she wore and the panties that were soaked through, tracing a finger through the blood and drawing a line down to her wet pussy.  His mouth and tongue followed the line across her stomach and lower.  Maryem moaned as his mouth found her lips, laying back on the desk with her arch backed.  He traced them lightly with his tongue before they opened and he let his mouth close around her, sucking her juices. 

                

                She lost track of time as his mouth devoured her wet folds.  His tongue found her clit and her moan filled the room, feeling the first signs of orgasm beginning to build.  Fingers found her wet pussy and moved inside and she squeezed them as they moved in and out of her.  Her body bucked and ground against him, flooding his face with her lust.

                

                Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore he stood and pressed against her.  She saw that bulge free now; his cock throbbing, stiff and ready for her.  She reached down and traced the head with her fingers, letting them slide down the shaft until she reached the base.  Wrapping her hands around it she dropped to the floor and kissed the head.  He moaned as his hand found her hair.  He didn’t force her, but the pressure he applied made her take his cock deep in her mouth.  Maryem moaned softly as she felt her body tremble and quake.  Her fingers cupping his balls as she moved her mouth over his cock.  He stood still, fighting the urge to thrust his cock into her mouth.  His balls pulsed and swelled as she heard his breathing quicken.  She licked the head of his cock as her fingers jerked him, feeling her body aching for him inside her.

                He lifted her again, pressing her down on the desk.  Its hard surface was cold on her back and she trembled but she didn’t care.  His cock was between her legs now, pressing her open as she gripped him around his neck.  She opened to him easily as he pushed into her.  The heat of him surprised her as he began to rock his hips, grinding his pelvis against her clit.  Maryem kissed him now, wanting his body on hers, feeling the weight of him on top of her as his cock drove deeper with each thrust.  She felt his lips against her neck again and sighed with the pain.  He was biting her again and this time it felt exquisite.  Needing him now, she forgot to fight, forgot to fear.  She felt only desire as his cock filled her.  Her body shook as passion mixed with pain turning into hunger.  Her orgasm flowed through her in waves and she clung to him as she felt his body tense and spasm as well.  His seed filling her as they rocked and twisted, the closest she had ever been to bliss.

                She didn’t know how or when she had bitten him in return; she tasted his blood in her mouth now, the warmth in her throat.  He cradled her in his arms for a long time as she drifted to sleep.  When she woke he was dressed and held out a long coat for her to wear; her clothes too tattered and torn to be of any use.  She slipped it on and took his hand, realizing it no longer felt so strange.  They turned to walk out into the shadows into the destiny and the eternity he had just granted her.

Story by:  MysterMitch

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Sexy Desk

Models Used:  MysterMitch

                        Amythe Moonlight