Page 31 of Toadstools and Vampire Kisses

“Only you, for the rest of my lifespan,” I agree.

This time, I do groan when she straightens, and she gives me a sympathetic look before she reaches back to lightly squeeze my sack. “If we’re mates, will you surrender to me completely?”

“Yessss.” The word drags out of me in a long hiss. “For as long as I can hold off the need to claim.”

Her finger dips lower behind my sack and presses. “No claiming yet,” she whispers. “Not until I understand what it means. With that in mind, do I have permission to do anything?”

Although I am frustrated by her demand, I understand it. I will restrain the need to claim this time, but for this I cannot wait any longer. I nod as she presses into the untried flesh, though my sack tightens at the sensation. I know of many vampires who enjoy such intimacies, but it is not one I had yet personally experienced. But I would trust my Fran with anything.

She smiles again and withdraws her hand so that she can lean forward and brush a kiss against my lips. She tastes faintly of sweet spices, but the contact is far too brief before she lifts her mouth away to speak, her breath fanning my lips.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I quiver beneath her, my entire body straining to touch hers. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever pain you give me shall be exquisite.”

She pulls back further, and I experience a moment of panic, believing that she is about to leave me completely, but then curls her hand around my cock and guides my length into her slick heat. She sinks down on me slowly, her breath coming out in small pants as my prick stretches her snug human channel around its girth. She is so tight there is an edge of pain to the pleasure that has me growling rapturously. I can feel my arms tensing with the need to dominate and prepare her for the claiming as I bottom out in her, my cock pressing deep against her womb, but I force the urge down.

Not yet. Not this time.

Her arms that support her weight on either side of my torso tremble, and a small breath blows out over my chest as she exhales. Her eyes rise to mine and shimmer with flecks of gold and green within their depths. Power surges between us as she begins to rock her hips, dragging out a long snarl as the tight grasp of her cunt tugs on my prick. My legs strain against their bonds with the need to acquire leverage so I can adequately thrust up, but then she drops back down, sucking me deep into her welcoming body once more, and all I can do is moan.

Her hips swivel in tiny circles as she rides me, her movements alternating between quick, needy drops to slow, leisurely plunges that steal the breath from my body. The vines holding me down tighten, biting into my flesh and in some cases drawing blood, which causes them to bloom with perfumes that rival the lushest gardenias stained as dark as the drops running down my arms. The sensation mingles with the voracious sucking and tugging of her cunt on my prick until I am half-blind with ecstasy and hardly able to draw an adequate breath.

She slams down on me repeatedly, her pace becoming wild, her sweet, fragrant juices drenching my cock and ass every time she bottoms out. Electricity fills my veins, and I can feel the air around us shift with colliding dry and wet currents in response. I am not surprised when the small orgasm that makes her sex clamp around my length sends a bolt of lightning into the air a few feet away with enough energy to make Fran’s curls crackle around her in a dark halo. She is like a voracious dark goddess marking me as hers, and I can do nothing but surrender completely to it.

Something presses firmly like a tightly curled bud or frond against my ass, and I jerk briefly in response as it slowly pushes into me, invading the most sensitive, untried part of my body. I writhe and moan as it presses further, slowly thickening as it plunges in and out in its exploration of my ass as my cock is worked feverishly by Fran’s hungry body.

She is so beautiful above me that I am seized by a desperate need to hold her to me and lavish adoration on her as she claims every inch of me. I want to give her my blood so that she draws that too into her that she might bind me to her further. I not only desire it but need it with every feverish cell of my body. I need it as much as I need to dominate her and press my own claim into her flesh.

Above me, Fran moans, and she grins down at me, glassy-eyed. I know without a doubt that whatever is dragging in and out of my ass, stroking my lust to a fever pitch as it presses on sensitive nerves, is also within her. I can feel it pressing and writhing against my cock through the barrier of flesh that separates them. But then I gasp as something slick and long presses into her alongside my cock, pushing in and out of her as she rides me. The two foreign tendrils rub against my cock, making it pulse and jerk with my impending climax. It is a feeling unlike any I’ve ever known, and I can feel my sack draw up as I prepare to deliver my load.

That is, until her hand cups them, giving them a small squeeze.

“Not yet,” she pants. “I’m almost there.”

I cry out, a small spasm of denied release sparking through me as her cunt ripples tighter and tighter around my prick as her body rocks over mine. I can feel the electric spark of release coiling at my center and through my back, my cock jerking furiously within her with its need to release, when suddenly she bears down on me so tightly that light flares behind my eyes as I unload stream upon hot stream of cum into her. Her cries of ecstasy mingle with the roar that falls from my lips as her cunt greedily milks me with hard, sucking grasps, drawing my seed up to her womb until I have nothing left to give.

It is not until I am lying against the altar, my body damp with perspiration and my thighs coated thickly with our mutual release that I feel the wet vines slip away. I cannot help but moan just a little as it pulls out of my ass and the other slips by my cock as it exits her sex. Even my bindings retreat so that I can fold my arms and wings around her and finally hold her close to me as I have longed to do all evening.

We do not so much as say a word though we exchange secretive smiles as we dress ourselves and make our way back up to the manor. I follow her up to her room, not even bothering to return to my room and check in with Jack or even attempt to join him for our evening duties. My focus is trained only on her, willing to follow her like a hound on a scent trail as we disrobe and slide into bed to begin the dance all over again. She accepts my rutting thrusts until we collapse side by side upon the warm bed, her body curling trustingly into mine.

At some point, there is a soft scratching at the door, and I climb from the bed to open it. Beast bursts in and races for his bed, his small body circling before he drops down with a small canine sigh. He looks at me sleepily as I close the door and shake my head before returning to Fran’s bed. My mate’s eyes open, but I brush a kiss against her forehead.

“It was just Beast. I let him in.”

“Oh, good,” she mumbles. “Mother probably kicked him out of her room. Probably looking for some sexy times herself without an audience.”

I chuckle as I curl my larger frame around her, tucking her much smaller body into my embrace. And for once in my miserable, lonely existence, I am at peace.

ChapterNineteen

FRAN

“What is the theme of the evening?” Reynard asks as he stands stiffly at my side. He has resumed his glamour despite my protests, not yet comfortable with the idea of being in his true guise around so many humans.

I frown at the bite in his tone. Though the activity of the afternoon is set at a dizzying pace, I can sense that something is riding him hard, and he is not amused. He doesn’t so much as crack a smile as his gaze follows the activity like a fox tracking chickens, looking for the easiest one to cull from the flock. I tug at his elbow to get his attention.

“What’s wrong with you?” I whisper.

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