Satora - Last Night as Well

Satora Razza

May 4, 2015

 for him to see the glyphs that cover my exposed skin. He runs his fingers up the side of my thigh and then towards the apex of my legs. Slowly his fingers slide into me, his breath on my neck as I’m still bent over. My instincts kick in, the pleasure building as his fingers pump faster and then he pinches my tight bud. I curse as a hiss escapes through my teeth.~

~He withdrawals his fingers, but not before be flicks my core as he bites down on my earlobe. I cannot withhold the shiver of sensuality I feel, this one may last the night after all. I straighten and turn in time to see him lick his fingers and give me a sinful smirk.~ Very naughty boy. ~Pushing him towards the bed, I excuse myself to the bathroom to “freshen up”.~ Make yourself comfortable. ~Entering the bathroom, I quickly drop my jacket on the floor, unbutton my shirt and stash the knives I’m wearing under the towels in the vanity. Fluffing my hair, I shrug and walk out with only my shirt on.~

 ~A low whistle escapes his lips as I mentally turn on the radio and sway my hips from side to side. He gives a questioning look as the music grows louder as I approach, I can hear his heartrate racing.~ Shhhh. Baby, you’re mine now. And after this, you won’t remember a thing. ~The words seem to soothe him, or maybe it’s that I’ve crawled on top of him, allowing my core to settle on his cock. His hands reach up and he grips my breasts and pulls hard at my nipples. I arch my back and lift my hips. He caresses my breasts, trying to rub away the hard squeeze and pain he thinks he’s inflicted. I ease myself down on his cock, my walls tighten around him as he presses up with his hips. I start rocking slowly, feeling the push and withdrawal of him. He enjoys the tease, cursing at me, when he thinks I won’t let him reenter. ‘Faster, baby. Ride me, harder.’~

Are you sure? ~I tease again, I can feel the change occurring, it won’t be long before he might even scream more than just my name, my eyes starting to glow and my glyphs pulsing. I grind my hips harder as I lean over him. ‘Your tats are amazing’ he moans as my teeth graze his collarbone. ‘What the hell? Are they changing? You’re one of them!’ My fangs drop as I rock harder, our climaxes building with his realization of the truth. He shouts something like ‘help’ as my hand muffles his lips, wrenching it to the left. I lick his jugular before piecing his skin with my fangs, his blood filling my lips and quenching my thirst as we both come. Not bothering to lick his wound closed, I straighten back up and gaze down at him, the amber light highlighting the fear and post-sex haze he’s drifting in.~ I am Breed. And you’re about to have the best night of your life. Too bad it’ll be your last night as well.