I Awakened The Ancient Vampire System

Rose’s hips moved slowly. His hard, thick cock was still buried inside her — filling her completely. Her pussy clenched around him with each rotation, her walls slick with their combined release from moments ago.

"Mmmh —" She bit her lower lip. Her green eyes were half-closed. "You really don’t go soft, do you?"

"Not when you look like that."

Rose flushed from her chest to her cheeks. She sat up straighter, her palms flat on his abdomen, her hips rolling in lazy circles. His cock shifted inside her — pressing against different spots, each one sending a new jolt through her body.

Lucian’s hands slid up from her waist. His thumbs traced the underside of her breasts — slow, deliberate, following the curve where soft flesh met ribs. Rose’s breath hitched. He cupped them both, weighing them in his palms. Full. Warm. Her pink nipples were stiff, sensitive, begging for attention.

He sat up. Rose’s legs wrapped around his waist as the position shifted — his cock driving deeper from the new angle. She gasped. Ahhh.

Her arms looped around his neck.

Lucian lowered his mouth to her left breast. His tongue circled the nipple, tracing the areola without touching the tip. Rose whimpered. Her fingers threaded through his silver hair, pulling him closer.

"Stop teasing me—"

He sucked her nipples hard. Her nipple disappeared between his lips, the suction sending a direct line of pleasure from her breast to her pussy. She clenched around his cock. Mmmh.

His tongue flicked the captured nipple — rapid, feather-light strokes that made her squirm.

"Lucian — ah —"

He released her left nipple with a soft pop and turned to the right. His teeth grazed the stiff peak — a gentle nip that sent a shock through her body. Rose arched her back, pressing her breast harder against his mouth. He sucked again — deeper this time, pulling the nipple and the surrounding flesh into his mouth, his tongue working relentlessly.

"Yes — yes — don’t stop —"

His hips moved. Thrusting upward into her while his mouth worked her breast.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Each thrust drove his cock deeper. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room — schlop, schlop, schlop — mixing with her moans and his groans.

Rose’s head fell back. Her red hair cascaded down her spine. Her breasts bounced with each thrust — the one he wasn’t sucking glistening with his saliva, the nipple stiff and wet and aching.

"More," she breathed.

Lucian moved to the other breast. His mouth closed over the neglected nipple — sucking, licking, nibbling — while his fingers rolled the wet one between his thumb and forefinger. Twin sensations — mouth and hand — drove Rose higher.

"I’m — ahhh — Lucian —"

She came. Her walls clamped around his cock — tight, pulsing, rhythmic. Her body shook. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Ahhh. The orgasm rippled through her in waves, each one stronger than the last.

Lucian held her through it. His hips never stopped moving — slow, deep thrusts that prolonged her climax until the aftershocks faded.

Rose breathed against his neck. "Fuck."

"Language, lady."

"Shut up." She laughed. She pulled back and looked at him. Her green eyes were glassy. "You can’t tell me you’re done from just that, are you?"

Lucian lifted her as he says, "Lady, you’re testing me."

She unwrapped her legs from his waist as he laid her down on the mattress. Her red hair spread across the pillow. Her body — flushed, glistening with sweat, her breasts rising and falling with each breath — looked like a painting.

She spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen, wet, his cum from the previous round leaking out and trailing down her thigh. She didn’t care. She reached down and spread herself open with two fingers — pink, glistening, ready.

"Come on here," she whispered.

Lucian positioned himself between her thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. He pushed in. Her walls stretched around him, even more tighter in this position, the angle different, the friction more intense.

"Ahhhh —" Rose’s eyes rolled back. Her hands gripped the sheets. "Lucian, you’re so deep —"

Lucian started moving. Slow, long strokes — withdrawing until only the tip remained inside, then driving back in to the hilt. Each thrust pressed against her front wall. Each withdrawal left her empty and aching.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

He leaned down. His mouth found her left breast again — sucking the nipple while his hips worked. Rose’s moans broke into fragments. Ah — ah — ah — each one punched out of her by a thrust.

"Harder," she gasped.

He complied. His pace increased as he thrust with more urgent. The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Smack. Smack. Smack.

The bed frame creaked. Rose’s breasts bounced with each impact.

"Yes — yes — right there — ahhhh —"

Lucian’s mouth moved to her right breast. He sucked her nipple while his hand squeezed the left — pinching the wet nipple between his fingers, rolling it, tugging gently. Rose’s back arched off the bed.

"I’m — again — Lucian — I’m —"

"Cum for me."

Her third orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her walls clamped — vice-tight — around his cock. Her body convulsed. Her legs locked around his waist. AHHH. She screamed — muffled, biting into his shoulder, her teeth leaving marks that healed instantly.

Lucian thrust through her orgasm. Then he buried himself deep and came deep inside her. Rope after rope. Rose gasped as she felt it — the warmth thick cum flooding her already-full pussy, mixing with the previous load, overflowing. Cum leaked from where they were joined, pooling on the sheets beneath her.

They collapsed together. Lucian’s weight pressed Rose into the mattress — his chest against hers, his cock softening inside her, their bodies tangled and slick.

Rose’s breathing was ragged. Her green eyes were closed. A lazy, satisfied smile curved her lips.

"I can’t feel my legs," she murmured.

"It means I did a good job."

"Getting cocky."

"You started it."

She laughed. Her fingers traced his jawline. The small beard. The silver hair that was longer than she remembered.

"You look older," she said quietly.

"I feel older."

She opened her eyes.

"Don’t leave again, Lucian. Please."

He kissed her forehead. "I’m not going anywhere."

She smiled. Her eyes drifted closed. Her body relaxed beneath his — exhaustion finally claiming her. Within minutes, her breathing steadied. She was asleep.

Lucian lay there. His crimson eyes stared at the ceiling. His hand stroked Rose’s red hair absently.