Vamp Slay Me (MFM Vampire BDSM) by Elmore DeVille Read Free Book Online Page B

into something low and menacing at the end of the threat.
    “Gihsee,” Kultor says, dejectedly.
    “Probably, what you’re going to want to ask- what they always want to know- is why don’t I just ask you to fuck me? I mean, you vampires like to fuck, and I’ve got an arse and rack to un-die for- so why don’t I just fucking ask !?” she says to him, starting to look more and more manic with each word, which is possibly caused by what Vincent’s doing to her- his hands gripping her thighs as her dress rides up and shows off the lacy, black cage of her underwear.
    “Ghotooyoowahmatosah?” Kultor asks.
    “The exact, fucking opposite of that,” she growls. “Now release him, Vincent. And if he kills me, tear his head off and fuck him in the stump.”
    The throttled vampire was actually starting t o look severely oxygen starved, despite the fact that his kind can actually survive without air. The bodies of most vampires never adjust to the undeath though, and continue to function as if they were mortal.
    “Nice,” Kultor says, smiling. “But why didn’t you just ask me to fuck you?” he asks, grinning a devilish grin.
    “ Strike him, Vincent!” Cremona commands, the vampire obeying her instantly, knocking Keltor to the ground.
    He’s still smiling though, obviously getting off on this somewhat.
    “Say it,” Cremona says, as she feels Vincent wrapping his fingers round the thin, silk strands of her underwear- his knuckles pressing into the hungry flesh of her thighs.
    “You’re a fucking pig,” Keltor growls, as he slowly gets up to his feet, his dick growing hard as he stares at how all over her Vincent is, his tongue lashing her neck and his still-sheathed cock pressing into her pussy.
    “You want me!” Cremona growls at him, her eyelids fluttering with the thought of what’s coming, as she imagines the fat heft of his cock inside of her. “You all fucking want me!”
    “I wouldn’t fuck you if my cock was on fire, and I needed someplace wet to put it out in!”
    “Oh, you’ll fuck me alright!” she screams, the aching desire for Vincent to be fucking her becoming too much- her cunt growing moister and moister as his cock grows harder and harder. “You’ll fuck me till it falls off, you blood-sucking fuck-bag!”
    “HHHHHGHUMM,” Vincent growls, the excitement becoming too much for him too.
    The vampire holding her suddenly looks shocked though, despite even the numbing effect of the glamour spell, as Cremona drives her sword into his trousers and slices them open at the side, allowing her to tear them off from his legs- the material falling in heaps to the sides of him.
    “Wow,” Kultor says, surprised that the woman has managed to de-clothe Vincent without de-masculinising him in the process.
    “You’re impressed by me!?” Cremona shouts at him, her pussy getting even wetter as she feels the solid stab of Vincent’s cock pressing against the aching furrow of her cunt.
    “Never!” Kultor shouts. “I’d rather fuck a cave troll!”
    “You’ll fuck me till you pass out!”
    “I won’t fuck you at all!”
    “You will!”
    “I won’t!”
    “YOU WILL!”
    “I WON’T!”
    “YOU WILL!”
    “I WON’T!”
    “ YOU WILL! FUCK ME NOW, VINCENT! FUCK ME NOW!” Cremona screams, as it all becomes too much for her to resist, and suddenly Vincent is tearing the underwear off her- the fine silk of it pressing into her flesh and tearing at it before the material eventually gives- the man’s arms raging out to the sides of him- the shreds of her panties held triumphantly in his gripped hands.
    “RHHHHHOHHHHHR!” Vincent bellows, as he is immediately inside of her, the warm press of her succulent, muscular pussy gripping itself round his cock, as it’s thrashed violently and rapidly into her- the motion of him blurring from the unbelievable shock of his speed.
    “FUCK ME!” Cremona screams. “FUCK ME!”
    Kultor smiles, as he watches the flare and the fury of their fucking-