This was new territory, in a way, because he hadn’t drunk any of my succubus blood with its ‘undead Viagra’ properties before we’d started. I also wasn’t going to be feeding from his animus—not beyond a bit of light nibbling, anyway. I was hoping these two facts would cancel each other out, allowing me to exhaust him into submission the old-fashioned, human way.
I’d promised to turn his brain off without depleting his life-force, and I intended to do my best to deliver on that.
It took a few moments to work out a rhythm between my hand fisting his dick and my hips thrusting into him—but when I did, I could feel his body undulate beneath mine, chasing the dual sensations.
“That’s it,” I murmured as the heavy length in my hand thickened and pulsed. As I’d promised, I only toyed with the tempting curl of his animus—tugging and stroking it with my magic rather than drawing it fully into myself. “Come for me, lover. Don’t hold back; I want it all.”
He grunted loudly this time as he spilled over my hand. I spared a thought for the innocent cleaning crew who’d have to get vampire jizz stains out of the stateroom’s plush carpet at some point. But honestly, given what I’d seen of the party boys on this ship, they’d probably dealt with worse.
Rans trembled as he came down from his second orgasm, his stomach muscles sucking in as his flesh grew oversensitive. I let his length slide free of the circle of my fingers, but I didn’t slow the grind of the strap-on against his prostate. The wood of the bed frame creaked under the force of his grip as he steadied himself.
“We’re not done yet, you know,” I warned him. “In fact, we’re barely getting started.”
“No need to stop... on my account,” he managed, and this time the strain in his voice was unmistakable.
I snapped my hips forward sharply, then slowed to a steady roll and reached down a bit further to play with his balls. A strangled noise got caught in his throat, sending a jolt of something hot down to a place buried deep inside me.
“Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on it,” I assured him.
Another ten minutes or so of steady fucking had him coming a third time, a choked-off cry escaping his control as a few dribbles of fresh release pulsed from the tip of his cock. A few minutes after that, he came dry, shaking silently as his muscles started to protest the work of holding him upright.
“Nuh-uh. No falling down on the job. Get on the bed,” I ordered, pulling out and herding him onto the plush mattress. “Lie on your back. I want to see your face while I’m reaming you.”
He sprawled backward, and I took a moment to appreciate how debauched a fucked-out, naked vampire could look against black and gold silk brocade. Answer—very. But even now, I could tell he was playing the angles—his depthless eyes assessing what I wanted, arranging limbs to be just a bit more artfully sexual for my enjoyment.
It made my chest ache. You’re beautiful whether you pose for me or not, hovered on the tip of my tongue. But I knew he wouldn’t understand what I was trying to tell him. Honestly, I wasn’t at all sure he even realized he was doing it in the first place. So instead, I kissed him—raw and filthy, tangling my fingers in his hair and using the grip to tilt his head for better access.
Strong hands cupped my shoulders, but I didn’t dare let myself get swept away in the moment—not completely. Not if I wanted to follow through with my plan. Supernatural creatures didn’t take long to get their second wind, and I needed him vulnerable. I straightened and grasped his wrists, guiding them down to rest against the bed above his head.
“Zorah,” he said in that panty-melting voice of his... but he took the hint and left his arms lying where I put them.
He also didn’t protest when I shoved a pillow beneath his hips to raise them—another trick I’d gleaned from trashy erotic romance novels, thank you very much. I noticed the remote for my vibrator sitting discarded an arm’s length away on the large bed, but left it where it was for the moment. This new position required a fresh round of figuring out what the hell I was doing, but after a bit of shuffling, I got my hips into position and slid the dildo back in.
Rans arched beneath me with a low groan.
“Yeah... fair warning—I’m still not even close to done with you,” I informed him as I searched out the angle that dragged the fake cock across his prostate with every thrust.
I knew I’d found it when he curled his hips up to meet me with each movement. Bracing on one arm, I trailed my other hand between us, bringing it to rest over his silent heart. Even after all this time, it was still incredibly odd to feel the stillness where one would expect to feel excited thrumming.
“I love you,” I told him again. “I could do this forever—just keep you here in this bed and make you come, over and over, until you can’t remember your own name.”
A certain haziness was beginning to overtake his gaze, as his body edged toward another release. “I can... think of worse ways to spend the next century or two.”
I trailed my hand up from his chest, over the vulnerable arch of his throat, and rested it over his mouth, quieting him. “Hush. You’re still speaking in complete sentences. Less talking, more
