Her eyes draw me in and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was inspired so I had to write something.
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She opened her eyes and gazed upon him. Her icy blue eyes pierced deep into his soul, making his heart skip a beat. She knew she could seduce him with a word, her power had grown so strong over the centuries since her turning. But she also knew she had no need; her eyes, orbs of infinite blue, and her perfect, white skin, held all the enchantment she needed for any mortal man. He was already hers, and he didn’t even struggle.
“Soon, my prey,” she thought as she rant a long finger along his thigh. She could feel his blood pumping through every soft touch. His heart beat strong now, but she knew the blood was only lukewarm and not ready for her consumption. The best meal was one that was properly prepared. Lust was the secret ingredient; passion and desire made the blood sweet and nourishing. This was where she drew her power, and she was the master in her own kitchen.
She bent over him, crawling to look him in the eyes, and slowly blinked. Even with this simple act, she felt his blood pound harder. She rubbed her naked breast against his lips and he hungrily licked and kissed her. His hands rubbed her skin, feeling the curves of her waist. She moved back down and kissed his neck. Her lips could practically taste the blood in his veins but, still, not yet. She was hungry, and she needed multiple courses to be satisfied. Even the hunger between her thighs needed to wait just a bit longer.
She moved further down, and pulled aside the sheet. She could tell he ached with anticipation, with need. She ran her tongue up his member, feeling it twitch and throb. Slowly, being sure to keep her fangs from harming this delicate creature, she took him into her mouth. He moaned and pushed his hips forward. She let him move deeper into her mouth, her tongue feeling the ropey veins coursing with lusty energy.
She knew without her spell on him, he would be done in seconds, her power was so strong. But she kept him from climax, pressure cooking his blood in an oven of pure need until she was ready. So she pulled him deeper into her throat, each thrust making him moan louder and press more urgently. Soon, she could bear it no more, sat up and crawled on top of him.
Gazing once again at him with her icy steel gaze into his pleading eyes, she grabbed him, and steered him toward her. She was wet, and the hunger was almost unbearable. With a single thrust, he pushed completely to the hilt, and she let out a moan of pleasure. The lust in his veins was coursing strong and she could feel it. His grip around her waist tightened and each thrust of his hips drove him deeper into her. She threw her head back and rocked his hips against him.
Suddenly, in an instant, she knew it was time. His hands pulled her down onto him, and a plaintive, desperate moan escape his lips. She felt the powerful pulsing deep within her and could feel the lust coursing through his veins. She licked her lips and in an instant, her fangs darted forth. She took in a deep breath and fell upon him. Her mouth wrapped around his throat, and as the blood flowed into her throat, she could taste the powerful sweetness and pure power his lust had added to the blood. She could feel it course through every cell of her being.
When she had drunk her fill, she sat up, and looked into the mirror. Her steel blue eyes now gone, replaced by a blood red gaze of a sated goddess.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zighf4/story_inspired_by_a_goth_redditor