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When he's protesting being pulled along, he could have easily just kept pulling him by force what with his greater strength and he did momentarily, getting frustrated for a second but ultimately sighing again and responding with a bit of annoyance. Even though he's got nothing but time.

"Me? Fuckin' right I am!" Laughing again too, his emotions sort of all over the place. That's unfamiliar, and uncomfortable. He was always one to fake emotions and they've always been a bit extreme, a bit exaggerated.

He doesn't let Jessie pull him the other way, either. He knows where he wants to go and as far as he's concerned, he's the one calling the shots at the moment. The yanking is amusing to him though, just because he.. really doesn't budge too much at all.

"That good, huh? I guess we'll see. You're going to wish you could heal up as quickly." He says it almost like he's joking, but he's really not joking. And whether he's talking about the sexual act itself or if he's going to hurt him otherwise, of course he doesn't elaborate. Probably a good amount of both.

He bats the man's hand away from his arm and grabs him by the jaw, similar to the way he did the last time and forces a kiss. Harsh, like the one the other day that was more of an attack but this one is less of an attack and more of a display of dominance, most likely. It's more drawn out, and for the first time yet he drags his hands along the man's back and down to his hips this time as well, maybe actually getting something out of it, too.

Posted 05-05-2021, 10:56 AM

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Fuckin’ right I am.

Jessie paused.

What arrogance.

And he smirked.

He should have been afraid; really, really afraid; this guy had every ability to fuck him up-- and promised to do so, now; after all, Jessie didn’t doubt for a moment that while the vampire’s demeanor appeared facetious, and friendly, he was being nothing if not entirely serious--

It had Jessie thinking, thinking of the tales he had heard, stories perhaps mutated over the years and therefore not at all close to their origins; but he imagined, then, a tale he had maybe heard, and maybe misremembered of a woman who had wedded her husband fond of ridding off his wives the morning after; who had, despite that, survived through not just the first night, or the second, but a thousand after--

Skill, Jessie thought, came with the weight of being remembered.

It was a risk he was willing to take.

And so-- in a moment where he’d apparently decided something-- when he made a decision, one obviously stupid of holstering his weapon, only the goggles held by his other-- palm--

And so in this moment he looked at the other in an impression of curiosity, and marvel, as if he were mapping out the surfaces of the vampire, determining where he would start, and how.

It continued too when the vampire batted his hand off. Jessie didn’t fight it; grabbed his jaw and Jessie turned cheeky.

Brazen.

Wrapped his arms ‘round him immediately; pulled the tall creature down to himself; pulled him close; and melted himself into the kiss-- gave into the force of it; received, and enjoyed with a pull of his own, sensual of a partner; shuddered, too, at the hands on himself-- down his back, to his hips--

Not on his ass.

He wanted them on his ass.

Yet in the middle of the mall and not far away from the hissing infected, at least not far enough, Jessie S. Michels made a rather dangerous decision.

Yet a decision he owned-- when he slid his hands down to the other’s pants--

The waistband thereof--

When he suddenly acted like one who had done this many times before, the zipper, the belt buckle-- whatever was in the way he really did handle, appearing to know exactly how to conquer any material--

So that he could pull away-- violently, as well, in a burst of strength that really was just; a burst in comparison to what the other had--

A burst, yet, he embraced when he smiled--

When he slid down the other's frame; hands not abandoning him, slipping over the tall man in a warning, and a promise of what would happen next--

Until Jessie had gotten down.

Right on his knees:

In front of his cunt.

And looking up, he nuzzled into the other's groin, feeling right against where the other's cock was.

Posted 05-05-2021, 12:37 PM

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The other man reacts a bit quicker than he thought he would and he's a little surprised that he's willing to start right there out in the open. Out in the main hall of the plaza.

Then again, it was pitch black. No one around but other infected. But still. He liked his privacy, unless he was actively trying to humiliate someone. Which at this moment, he wasn't.

His head leans back briefly but he winds up growling and pulls him back up with more force than he really needs to, pushing him away roughly before going to buckle his pants back up, even if it's a bit more difficult now. He's not yet fully hard, but clearly he's getting there.

His features aren't all that human anymore, which he can't help. He's aroused, and in any heightened emotional state he shows his true nature.

He goes to grab him by the hair, yanking a bit hard in the direction he wants to go.

"Not right here. The fuck?" He growls that though too and pulls him along by his hair for a short while, leading him through the dark until they get to the store that serves as his home, more or less.

Then he shoves him in, hard.

And shortly after he's on top of him and hissing, going to clamp his mouth down on his neck forcefully, injecting venom in with the bite. Nothing to harm him necessary. Not to kill or to turn him, but as a sexual enhancements, really.

Of course some blood is drawn and he laps it up slowly, letting the other man up somewhat, reaching around his waist to undo his buckles as well but taking his sweet time, pressing himself against him but remaining clothed, himself.

Posted 05-05-2021, 02:56 PM This post was last modified: 05-05-2021, 03:01 PM by Nils Viklund

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The idiot really had no notion for adventure.

Jessie groaned-- but also grimaced when yanked up, disliking he’d had his fun ruined; in fact, it turned him bitter, and petty-- and in his moment of pettiness, he wanted to drive his fist hard into the other’s cock-- or, maybe, grab a little bit of something sharp and ride the vampire’s body with the end thereof.

But he didn’t.

Instead-- he cringed, keen to protest, squinting at the vampire but-- his hand brushed down the other’s pants, being that the vampire was keep to dress himself up again-- and it was the length of him, feeling the promising, half-mast cock of his that had Jessie going huh--

And like a whore, like one driven entirely by their need to fill their hole, he was subdued; he was obedient; curious, if you would, even if his cold, calculative, mad mind didn’t shed a sliver of what it was.

But he still barked out a laugh-- somewhat of a laugh; more of a mocking cackle; before he went quietly with the other, aware there was no way this situation could be sane, normal--

Repeating into the depths of his mind how dangerous this all was--

And how, in reality, he adored it all; his heart would turn out to slam against its cage in anticipation.

They reached their goal; he was shoved in, and somehow, it earned his cackle.

It should not have.

When the vampire moved on top of him, sex was where Jessie’s mind went, sex, but the vampire--

“NO.”

It was too late.

As he pushed his hands against the other’s chest, fearing-- suddenly, and immediately, the weight of this significant hole in his plan, nothing could stop the other from sinking his fangs into his neck.

Nothing.

Nothing could stop that surprising surge of ecstasy that clouded his senses quicker than pain had.

“Oh.”

He tingled all over; his eyes fluttering, he continued to blink-- even if there was so much dark he could not actually see; he still blinked; rapidly, repeatedly, trying to compute as it occurred to him that to all his knowledge this was not supposed to happen.

This was not supposed to feel good.

And Jessie, in strange, and meek horror that implied he rocked out the pleasure from the bite even once the vampire had let go, asked rather feebly--

“Did you just turn me?”

Fury exploded on him; fury, mad, and not sweet, and he grabbed the vampire by his hands, stopping them, or at least curling his palms around them hard, his breath shaky as he sharply asked--

“Did you just turn me?”

And what was that?

His body was still sweetened; and he was hard; and yet, too mad. Already spreading his legs out, letting the other slide between them surely in what would be a move that made the other abandon ship.

Surely.

Posted 05-05-2021, 03:24 PM

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There's a degree of sick pleasure he gets from the fear in the other man's voice, pulling his hands away roughly to grab more at his hips and place him where he wants him.

He could toy with him, make him think he did turn him, but then that wouldn't be that smart.

'Shut the fuck up." His voice is harsh and commanding, and he goes to pin him down again, like he's ready to force himself on him. Not yet though.

He moves just for enough time to get his shirt off-- not that Jesse can see anything yet. It feels much better for him though, and he goes to unbuckle himself again, too

"Bet you're feeling pretty good, aren't you? Nothing's gonna happen to you. Just enjoy it."

He starts running his hands on him again, down by his hips and his thighs, but purposefully avoiding where he knows he wants to be touched.

After another minute, he goes to nibble on the other side of his neck, though he's not trying to draw blood this time either.

Posted 05-05-2021, 04:21 PM

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“NO.”

He started his struggle; mad, angry even that the man had taken this from him-- this choice, this decision; this right to remain a human and he was ready to growl--

Growl.

Worse than an animal. Worse than one of those fucking creatures out there, the infected as they were called, though the popular insult of a low-life vampire was so much better--

Worse. Worse than that.

And as the rustle of clothing continued, as the asshole-- the absolute rapist of a person continued to disregard what he had done, and that bitter, and unhappy no--

Jessie just chuckled loudly, and meanly-- loathing, and furious.

“No,” he spoke, and this time it was a whisper-- how, how could the vampire possibly wanna do this.

Now.

Here.

In a place stinking of sweat, and fear, and blood-- and they were such familiar smells, such a cocktail of memories; Jessie’s breath came out in a stagger.

“No,” he repeated, and somehow, his tone was just bitter, and amused.

“No.”

But the presence of the fangs at his neck, again, caused him to buck against-- before, in huge, and impressive anger, Jessie let loose; he took his hands to the other’s frame; and he clawed, clawed down, collecting blood under his nails; it didn’t seem to matter to him.

Nothing did.

As he comprehended the potential of his turning, he fisted a hand in the other’s blonde hair, ripping the head away and kissing him--

Tasting his own blood on his lips.

Shutting his eyes even if the darkness in here was deep, and wicked; curling his legs around him, and reaching down between the other’s legs-- rude, and at that moment, forceful himself as he collected the other’s cock against his hand without consent-- without care for much, just feeling the half-mast cock, and trailing down to the balls.

When he responded next, he was answering no real question, and yet he not only sounded like he was, but like he had entirely forgotten about his anger.

“Just how big are you?”

Whispered against the other’s lips-- as Jessie palmed his hand up and down the cock-- cruel, and teasing.

In his neck-- in his body, something ecstatic burned him.

Posted 05-05-2021, 05:02 PM

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Him protesting the way he is just keeps him in good humor about the whole thing. He doesn't care much about consent. He never has with any of his partners and now that he knows he's physically stronger and very much the one in control here, it's going to happen how he wants, at his place.

At least, that's what he's thinking. He's incredibly overconfident, arrogant.. somewhat of a narcissist, really.

He could bite him again, but he doesn't. Instead, Jessie starts actually fighting him. The nails in his skin just seem to turn him on more though and he moans quietly into his neck, clamping down just a bit more, dangerously close to penetrating the skin but with not quite enough pressure.

Then he pulls his hair, and his own eyes are half lidded now, clearly enjoying himself. The struggle makes it better.

He's returning the kiss too, deep and much more sexual this time. Not an attack, not a dominance display, really. More of a long, drawn out kiss. He's pretty into it now, some genuineness has to come eventually.

And when the other grabs him, he's not fully erect yet but he's still quite big. He never bothered measuring, just knew he had more than enough to go around.

Smirking at the question, he pulls back from the kiss as well and presses the other man's hand down his length, leaning back a little so he has better access to it.

"Get down there and find out."

He likely wouldn't interrupt anything again, but he still looks somewhat disappointed. "Can you even fucking see?"

Posted 05-05-2021, 05:32 PM This post was last modified: 05-05-2021, 10:01 PM by Nils Viklund

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There was that pressure on his neck, once more; he hissed, but it wasn’t in anger; just somewhat, he was feeling the aching demand for the previous first bite, for that surprise pleasure shooting up his spine; just somewhat, he needed it once more; remove the element of surprise, plant him confidently in knowing twas about to come-- then, deliver: just so he could fully plunge himself into the situation, just so he could feel it, experience it, feel how it trembled all over him, quaking the marrow of his being.

He wanted it.

When his hand ventured down to feel the other’s cock-- when twas directed there as well, he only growled in some primal like way, before--

“Duh.”

Well--

He tapped something on his chest; twas one of those clip-on torches that swathed the immediate area in a cone of bright line; twasn’t UV light; still, it served him just fine, shedding some light down the length of the vampire’s form, the cock, too, getting Jessie to respond--

“Damn.”

He sported an awful, amused smile.

With that, he pushed his hands into the other’s frame; rolling them around, he ended up on top, where he sat back, obviously satisfied, like he couldn’t feel more confident than now. Here. Just like this. Sweeping his hair back and shooting the vampire a lazy, sultry smile full of promises.

For astride the man he sat, occupying his waist. And his gaze went down. Down. He unclipped the torch, placing it beside themselves-- then, he licked his palm to make any friction easy, and smoothed it down the entire man’s length; from the gorgeous tip, to the very base thereof, up and down feeling the length throb, and the veins to pop out, hardening beneath his touch.

Then, he came down over it.

His lips embraced the tip, first, hand sliding down the length thereof, sitting at the base; he held it up; his tongue lapped at the surface, collecting that little bit of precome that had formed across-- a little bead, salty in character; then, he came lower over it; he took the cock in-- inch, after an inch, after an inch… after an inch… so hard, and so long, until he was surely being just greedy, with every bit of the cock in his mouth thinking-- is there more, is there more-- anticipation coloring his tone, surely; when his nose hit the other’s abdomen, he didn’t seem to mind it; already, the cock was sitting down his throat, heavy, and hot on his tongue, the smell of man and musk hitting his nose; it was too fucking much.

He drew back; hard-- hard himself, and desirous, and he’d only withdraw enough to feel the slip and slide of the cock over his tongue, down his throat-- a few inches back, before coming back down over it again-- bobbing his head, blowing him.

Posted 05-06-2021, 01:31 PM

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When he's pushed back he's agreeable enough and relaxes into a mass of.. something. Some old mattress covered in a layer of some sort of sheet and old clothes he's stolen, probably. Not at all suitable to be living in but then that's why he's looking into a real place to live, not this disgusting lair of sorts.

He gets as comfortable as he can though, letting Jessie sort himself out. He's patient enough and in fact he usually likes to draw things out, so he smirks and adjusts himself just a little better in anticipation

And when the man finally starts with his mouth around his cock, he leans his head back and moans softly, quietly.

It's been a minute.

That, and typically the women he's with are terrified and aren't consensual partners. He typically has to force it down their throats, which feels just fine to him but this is much different. Jessie wants it, and that makes all the difference.

Not enough to change his behavior, but still.

"Fuck.."

He bites his own lip, not hard enough to draw any blood but just to contain himself. He hasn't felt this good in some time and he's literally just started.

He's not expecting the quicker pace so suddenly and it elicits another moan on his part, head going back and his eyes closing tightly, going to claw his hands in the other man's hair, keeping the pace that he likes with some amount of force, bucking his hips somewhat into the rhythm after a moment as well.

He could lay like that and let the man blow him for quite a while, but he's a glutton for punishment and after a second of letting Jessie get pretty familiar with his cock, he sits himself up and pulls away, going to push the man down hard and pin him, like he had the other day.

He's only unbuckled the others pants so far, so he goes to remove them and with one hand holding him down, he goes to feel the other's cock too, satisfied with how hard it is. He feels the length of it and runs his thumb over the tip, going in for another kiss. He's quite the kisser now, knowing how potentially deadly his teeth can be. The kiss once again is long and drawn out, tasting himself in the other man's mouth and still running his hand down his length, moving after the kiss to lower himself down so he's at a better angle for what he'd like to do next.

Posted 05-06-2021, 03:27 PM

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Hearing a man moan; a pleasure, a delight, and according to some impossible as fuck.

Here in these tunnels, or tunnel-like spots, here in a place where drifters and the infected found their homes--

Here.

With a man who wasn’t a man at all; but a monster of the night burdened with a cock, one hard now throbbing in his mouth, another kind of delight; to assume Jessie was enjoying this trusted that his own hard cock meant something-- that, in the throes of this moment, he sipped on the idea of being filled by this man, fucking away with madness--

Nothing, nothing but sex.

He supported this idea.

As the bucking happened, and as his throat got fucked-- more, he thought, give me more; as if he’d like nothing more than to feel the perpetual slip and slide of the cock down his throat, make him feel like a hole, and nothing like a hole in a glad turn of events that ended him fucked out and tired.

The ideal end to any day.

Or a start--

--he wasn’t fussy, really.

He took what he got.

But then--

The vampire stopped him, pushed him away-- pinned him down; on his back he lay, precome on his tongue, and his hands moving up, one grabbing the other’s blonde hair, and his eyes closed.

The other hand down to the other’s cock once more-- his own grabbed, enjoyed; palmed, and they kissed and twas danger, and he worried about the bite on himself no matter what, apparently planning to wait this out-- see what happened, repeating in his head the other’s words; about not worrying, about enjoying this--

--almost as if the venom that belonged in vampire’s teeth should not concern him--

Blasphemy, he thought surely-- but twas a thought curious, and cocky--

And cold--

And dangerous.

And Jessie would emit a gasp as the kiss was broken.

Then, he looked down.

He struggled with his pants-- shimmying them off as well as he could.

Then, legs spread and the vampire between them, Jessie tugged violently at the man’s hair, apparently hoping to pull him up again--

Hoping, perhaps, for some ass-eating now; not that the guy was in the right position to do so.

Still--

With a hooded kinda glance Jessie looked down at him-- sweeping the other's hair-- almost apologetically-- back, before bucking against, and speaking--

"Wutcha waiting for, lover? Hole too tight?"

Punctuated with a smirk-- cheeky as fuck.

Posted 05-07-2021, 05:49 AM

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They've barely started-- really just some foreplay which he's actually quite into most of the time, although he hasn't done this with a man in decades. Nearly a century. So he's a bit out of practice but doesn't want to appear that way.

His hair pulled this way and that way, he smirks and growls and moves himself to a position similar to where Jessie was with him just a moment ago, still just playing with the other's cock in his hands before he leans in and licks in one long stroke from the base to the tip.

Unlike Jessie, he has no intention of keeping this up. It's mostly just to tease him, while he takes his sweet time. But even he can't wait forever.

Another long movement of his tongue, and then he takes more of it into his mouth, teasing the tip with his teeth and ultimately, pulling away again. He's never been too much into performing oral, himself.

Their positions are complimentary to each other, and he goes to pull him closer, pressing the tip of his cock against his hole but not yet pressing himself into him. Instead he leans forward again, over him and smooths some of his hair back as well, that's been displaced.

"Too tight, hm?

He presses harder against him, going to put one of his hands around his neck.

"That won't be a problem for too long."

And his other hand goes to the other side of his neck, and he grips him tightly, without warning and not in a gentle manner pushing his cock into the man. Then he pulls back and repeats the motion, and again, and again. Clearly enjoying himself, growling and hovering down just above his neck.

Posted 05-07-2021, 07:49 AM

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He hissed; twas a time as any to point out he didn’t need his dick sucked-- in fact, that odd vulnerability that placed him in fought starkly against the notion of a cock up and inside him, welcomed, embraced and needed, yet perceived as quite less sensitive, apparently; a wee task in comparison to the tongue up his cock-- which twitched, a response.

Cannot help that at all.

He still moaned.

Chuckled, and when the man positioned himself between his legs, really now, Jessie knew what would come.

And there would be no prep.

He tensed-- instinctively, at that; no matter the many times he’d done this, however hard he had adjusted to the notion of fucking, ain’t no way for him to enjoy this-- the threat of the entry loomed above him, witnessed in the continuously replayed memory of the length he had taken inside him; in his mouth, it had fit just fine, a hot and sturdy object, throbbing right; here, it made him feel small.

Perhaps that wee gasp was all with which he’d respond--

Hands clamping onto the cunt; flat on his shoulder blades-- his eyes, for a moment, fearfully wise; fear was natural; he reminded himself of so; fear is natural.

He still screamed when he entered his hole.

Pain, it blinded him for moments; tearing too, and blood where blood shan’t enter; blood was there, anyway.

And his legs wrapped around the man, anyway.

His hands locked at the other’s shoulders, clawing down to cause him tremendous pain; or just some kind of pain.

And he bucked.

Panting-- eyes screwed shut as he forced his body to relax, as he ignored the pain, or sweetened it with a lying kind of consent that made his right; that helped him deal, that brightened this moment’s dark; until the pleasure that shot up his spine was entirely wrong, the survival kind, feel good or suffer a lot, and so he panted, red flushing his eyes, his eyes screwed shut-- and then just closed.

“Harder,” he spoke.

“Harder.”

Posted 05-08-2021, 06:49 AM This post was last modified: 05-08-2021, 06:50 AM by Jessie Michels

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His first motions were more forceful and hard, putting a lot of pressure on him and into him all at once, getting a feel for how he was going to continue on.

The scream just gets him going more. Obviously, he likes that sort of thing. He's not quite panting yet but he's certainly breathing heavier and chuckles lowly under his breath, keeping his rhythm even for the time being. It only lasts a moment, him hovering like that with his hands around his neck. Jessie's digging into his back and he seems to enjoy that as well, going to kiss and bite at the nape of his neck but not actually trying to bite him. More just nips now, enjoying himself.

When he does straighten himself back out, he moves in such a way that he gets out of Jessie's hold-- legs and arms alike and clasps his hands down on the other's thighs, slowing his pace but making each fuck harder, like the other demanded.

His hair is in his face now too and he runs his fingers through it to move it back, but it falls right back over after he takes a deep breath and starts pumping faster again, though still with quite a bit of force behind it.

He hasn't felt this good in some time, and his features seem to be very well fixed to make him look a monster, eyes glowing golden in the dark, completely consumed now with his need to keep going, almost forgetting for a moment the choices he has in this situation, the more animalistic part of his brain taking over there for a moment.

Pulling away, he laughs a little again and moves back somewhat, to give the other room to move.

"Get on your knees and turn around." It's not a request, not a suggestion, but a demand. He sounds commanding, but he also sounds almost out of breath, and he is. Despite his better stamina, it's been some time since he'd last had sex-- like this, anyway.

He doesn't wait patiently though, going to at least help in getting Jessie in the position he wants him in-- on all fours in front of him before he enters again and now that he's got even easier access, his movements are very much harder, and very much faster.

Breathing heavy, he moans quietly here and there, but all the pleasure can be heard in his breathing pattern. He's gripping at his hips now too, keeping him locked there no matter how hard he's pounding his cock into the other.

Posted 05-08-2021, 05:51 PM

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tw: mentions of child abuse, v dark contents, serious dubcon, sexual themes, language

And without care, without regard, the vampire pounded on; hard and selfish were the thrusts of the form, the weight of the cock, raping away so deliciously Jessie could only moan; and maybe, somewhere scream; pain and pleasure mixed for him, and nothing else registered about him; that this world turned wretched every second come ain’t no feel even in the annals of his mind; not in the forefront of the middle tunnel part and he just existed on.

And on.

Raped.

--and hurt.

But it felt so right.

At that moment:

That moment.

The world of Jessie S. Michels twisted, and turned; and tumbled; it receded him into a memory so far to him, so distant and wrong; an acute crime from a man like this one.

“Oh, daddy.”

And that came out as the man spread him-- hands on his thighs; legs and arms swatted off; not allowed to touch; and touch they’d not; and Jessie instead hooked his hands under his thighs, and spread them wide-- on his knees, too; opened himself up; became an invitation; just a hole, sir. Nothing but a hole.

And as the man pounded away, hard-- Jessie moaned; pain, pain, pain.

Hurt hurt hurt.

He panted.

Moaned--

--projected.

He felt a tingle in his neck; he wanted to be bitten; give him that problem once more; give him that fair.

And instead he received the cock, a throbbing fucking flesh thrusting within and stretching his ass, raping his hole; fucking his hole; he was pain, he was blood; he was sweat-- he was the outside, and the scent of his attempt; he was a ruddy, red opening stretched wide and delicious, he was the victim of those hard, and slow slaps; the swing of balls into his figure; the delicious, sinful rape; his own, own worst shame.

Jessie S. Michels.

And he moaned.

Spread out and eyes closed.

Til the man stopped, the laugh heard-- and Jessie opened his eyes in a lustful, eager glare, near ready to offend.

He, in fact, did.

But he acted in haste.

Without ado, the demand followed and onto all fours he turned, no matter the shake in his frame, no matter the abused muscle cried..

Moved with the pucker of his ass and how he bent down, as well; face down; face where it belonged; on the mattress of their act and with his hands going to his ass--

Spreading himself wide.

It hurt.

Good.

But then the vampire entered him again.

And he screamed in a weird, and bizarre mixture of sweet shock, and pain.

And enjoyment.

"F U C K."

Lust throbbed the muscles in his frame; in desire, in covetous oath his body grabbed onto the cock, the muscles of his twitching and trembling, everything like a libidinous begging to stay this wonderful cock; hard; and long; taking him so well; and the slaps of their figures screaming in here; flesh and flesh and flesh.

Slap, and slap and SLAP

And he moaned from the depth of his lungs, face deeply, deeply flushed; body hot and trembling from lust; throb, throb, throb--

“Oh, you fuck me so good.”

He was greedy; he needed more; lips parted wide and head turned down confession like, forehead pressed to the mattress; lips puce and parted; the cock hard and perfect.

“I love you cock, I love your cock so much.”

That came out of him-- reverent, but also whispered and fashioned with every effort of a man who wanted to be heard.

Hear me.

Know this.

How much I enjoy this--

How much I enjoy you--

And his eyes rolled back.

He hungrily bucked back; he spread himself more and more-- his heavy, and fat ass bouncing to every slap; body tight, and tamed.

Hole here, sir.

Fuck it.

And don’t stop--

So he moaned, so he moaned, as red took over his eyes, as he blushed his world ruddy and wrong; made of ass, and cock; hole, and that which to have it and he felt, then and there, no more than a hole for a man like this one to willfully fuck.

It was beautiful.

“Fuck me, fuck me-- oh god, my hole is yours-- it’s yours. You feel so good."

His eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck me, daddy."

Posted 05-08-2021, 06:25 PM This post was last modified: 05-09-2021, 04:00 PM by Jessie Michels

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Again, his screams just make Nils seem to go harder, make his rhythm all that much more tortuous for him though clearly, he seems to be enjoying himself although logically he must know that Jess is in a great deal of pain. Not that such a fact would bother him. In all honesty it would just excite him more.

He's never been much of a talker during these times though, and despite all that Jessie is calling out to him, he seems to tune most of it out, only really engaging in any way other than his continued, brutal fucking of the other by occasionally slapping a hand hard against his ass with no regard for how much force he's really using. All he seems to care about is his own pleasure, and he's clearly getting quite a bit of it.

After a moment though, he needs another break. He's had a good, long run of it and even his extended stamina is running out. He doesn't pull out though, instead he keeps himself fully buried in the man and goes to pull him up so his hands can run across his chest, down his stomach and towards the other's still very hard cock where he grips and runs his hand up and down the length of it, somewhat like before but with more of a sense of urgency, and more of a shake in his hand.

Unusual, too. He's not normally this.. wore out. Not that he can remember, anyway.

He doesn't keep that up long either though and, naturally, or what seems to be natural for him his hands go round Jessie's neck, as does his mouth. He can't help it, he can feel the heat from his blood and smell it and feel it and he wants a drink so badly, now.

He'll need one too, if he keeps this up.

His brow is sweaty and his hair is still in the way, bits of it clinging to little droplets of sweat. With his breathing calming, he turns his head and forces another kiss, bucking himself up further into him for another moment or two while they kiss before he breaks that away as well, just staring at him for a minute after. Eyes golden, staring at him, catching his breath and wondering if he should just.. make a meal of him, now or later?

..Later. He's enjoying himself too much.

He takes just another moment before going to lay on his back, getting himself comfortable and leaning to pull him over with him as well, moving him into a spot over near his waistline, clearly wanting to be..

How did Jessie say it, before?

Ridden like a pony? Something like that?

That's what he wants, and as he's still struggling a little to register just how much he's enjoying all this, he swallows and closes his eyes, trusting that the man will just do it, if he loves his dick so much.

"Ride it. Make, uh.. jell-o legs, you said, right?" He laughs at himself and how dumb he must sound at the moment, but it's exhausting for him. And there's a lot going on in his mind he's having some trouble coping with, too. This isn't just a mating thing, this is him very much, thoroughly enjoying sex and for him, it hasn't happened to this degree in nearly a century. Hence why he's so tired out, but wants to keep going.

But then he sits up, taking the man's face in his hands and turning him slightly, getting access to his neck again, the most accessible vein at the moment. Very much looking like he's going in for a bite, as he's exhausted a pretty decent amount of energy here.

Posted 05-08-2021, 06:57 PM

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