Page 48 of Guardians for the Vamp
Oh... okay. Maybe I was wrong about Layla being submissive. She’s a switch for sure. I think being with me and Thorne has awakened her full dominant potential.
“Apologies, my queen,” I say and lower to my knees.
She gets on the bed and opens her legs.
“Now... make me come.”
I descend on her like the monster I am, burying my nose into her sweet sex and inhaling deeply.
A growl that I haven’t unleashed in centuries bursts from my lips. I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips open and delve my tongue inside, lapping up her sweet taste.
She moans and arches her back, clutching my braid and tugging me closer.
While I feast, my tail swoops in and plays with one of her nipples. She gasps when my fingertip finds her clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves in circles.
“Oh, God, Vara,” she screams.
My wings expand as Layla’s pleasure rolls through me, my feathers shuddering with every thrust of my tongue. My arms are wrapped around her thick thighs, and my claws dig in hard enough to break skin. Blood trails down, dripping onto the black rug underneath my knees.
After Layla shakes with her first orgasm, I come up for air.
I need another one from her.
I shove a finger inside her precious pussy and start pumping in and out, but this time, I don’t retract my claws.
A string of unintelligible words spews out of Layla’s mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“You like that, Bug? You like a little pain with your pleasure?”
“Y-yesss... y-yeah... p-please.”
Blood coats my fingers and paw as I continue to fuck her, slicing her walls with my claws with every pass.
The cuts will heal within minutes.
I cover her clit with my mouth and lash it with my tongue.
“I’m going to come again,” she groans.
I pick up speed, my sharp fingers pumping in and out of her brutally. When I hum against her clit, she’s sent over the edge.
I remove my fingers and lick them clean of her blood and juices, then lap up her bloody slit.
Layla lifts me off the floor and crashes her lips against mine. I open for her, allowing her tongue to caress my own. She moans, tasting her blood and cum on my lips.
We kiss until our lips are puffy. When she pulls away, she points at the bed.
“Undress and get in the center.”
I nod curtly. “Yes, my queen.”
Layla’s eyes are still pitch black; her fangs bared as she watches me slip out of the red negligee I call a dress. My hard nipples ache, begging for attention.
I get into my spot on the center of the bed and open my legs. Layla smirks and crawls in between them. She leans over to wrap her hand around my throat and squeezes hard as she places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“You are so beautiful, Vara.”
Releasing her hold, she brushes her lips across my chin and down my neck until reaching a breast. She takes a nipple into her mouth and laps her tongue over the hardened tip.
