Tyran's Thirst (Blood Lust) by Erika Lindsen Read Free Book Online Page A

breast.
    He reached the hem of my red lace panties. Using his teeth,
he tugged them until they lay next to the growing heap on the
floor.He lifted my shirt to expose my stomach. Tyran’s mouth
trailed over the skin, nipping and gliding his fangs across me. His
left hand returned between my legs.This time he wasn’t gentle.
My clit was encased between his thumb and index finger. He
caressed the mound, my core growing damper. Tyran’s free hand
was under my back, lifting me to remove my shirt. I could feel my
breasts bounce as the tank was yanked over my head with force.
Gazing up, Tyran whipped his own over his head, exposing that
absolutely perfect body. My palms found each ab, rolling over the
bumps and trailing down to his pants.
    His erection was massive. I enclosed my hand around his
cock and slowly stroked up and down. His head fell back as my
pace quickened. Then I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them
down. As they reached his knees, Tyran leaned over me and added
them to our pile.
    My head leaned up and more blood ran down over my
breasts. Tyran smiled and began kissing my stomach, up to my
ribcage and stopping where the blood was. He sucked on my
nipples, pulling on each mound, massaging them. His tongue
lapped up the rest of my fluids and his mouth found mine again.
The taste of my blood entered my mouth. For some reason, the fire
between my thighs burned even more. I was consumed by his
touch. It had been eons since I knew a man, much less experienced
what Tyran was giving me.
“Tyran,” I murmured.
     
He laughed. “Next time you say that,it will be louder.”
    He was between my legs, finding the wet spot and rubbing.
My hands locked onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back.
His fangs sank into the flesh above my breasts. Just like before it
didn’t hurt. There was an odd sense of pleasure to it. It was giving
me an orgasm in its own right. The more he sucked in my fluids,
the more the burning ignited. I tried to clamp my thighs together to
quell the desire, but Tyran wouldn’t let me. He wanted me to suffer
this unbelievable pleasure.
    As my blood dried, Tyran kissed the wound then trailed
down, kissing little pecks over my skin. Once he reached the soft
curls of my womanhood, his finger left my clit. Wet from my
excitement, he licked his fingers clean. His mouth descended down
between my legs. I cried out as his mouth enclosed my clit. He was
careful to keep his fangs away from my most sensitive of areas.
Tyran sucked harder on my swollen mound. My hands found his
hair and I tugged, forcing his face deeper into my core.
    His tongue began flicking at my clit. It massaged over the
top which sent my back arching. As his tongue found the
underside, I leaned forward. He was controlling my movements
using my clitoris. Very dirty, Tyran. My legs draped over his
shoulders as he ate, his tongue remaining in place while his fingers
found my core and plunged deep. I bit my lip hard, but the
sensations he was giving me overlook the pain. I wanted to scream
out as the pressure built, but with stiffs possibly walking by I knew
I couldn’t.
    His mouth was on mine again. His lips were wet from my
body. A different one of my fluids to taste. Somehow I found it
erotic. He grabbed a hold of my breasts and pulled hard on them,
my nipples peaking under his touch. My hands reached between us
and I found his cock, hard and damp at the tip. There wasn’t
wasting any time. Stroking fast and hard, he moaned into my
mouth as his body trembled. My hand rubbed against his thigh to
send another shudder, but keeping him from reaching the edge.
    Tyran whispered something inaudible to me before
plunging deep inside me. A cry escaped my lips as his hips began
moving. At first slow, gentle and teasing, but as the minutes passed
he became rougher, more violent. My legs wrapped around his hips
to keep him close to me. I met his thrust with my own, head
leaning, back arching to take more of