Vampire’s Brat

Vampire’s Brat

[F4M] Vampire’s Brat

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[assured, bratty] Look. I want you to bite me.

Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, mister! You heard what I said, and I meant what I said. Bite me.

What do you mean it doesn’t work like that? It’s quite simple really, even you told me that.

Why? I . . . I wanna know what it feels like. We’ve known each other for a long time, and you told me that . . . that when vampires know someone it’s better.

(pause)

I just told you why! I . . .

(pause)

Oh.

Well . . . I saw this . . . movie the other day, and then my friend, Sophie, was watching this show when I visited her the other day.

I think the movie was . . . Interview With the Vampire. [hesitant] I . . . I thought it was quite good – I don’t know how you would feel about it. But there was a particular scene in the movie . . . where one of the vampires bit this . . . woman – she . . . she was a . . . prostitute – but it didn’t seem to hurt her – at least, not at first. In fact, she . . . rather seemed to enjoy it.

I know that it’s just a movie, but I just keep *dreaming* about it, and I kind of hate myself for it because I know you, a real-life vampire, which should be extremely surreal, and it is –

[shy] I can’t stop thinking about it, and I don’t know why! It’s driving me *crazy*! I –

(brief pause)

Mister? You haven’t said anything – which is saying something because you always have some smart comeback on the ready . . . Say something!

Hey? What are you doing? Where are you going? You’re not going to say anything?! God, you’re such an asshole sometimes! I –

Uh, um. What are you doing with those handcuffs?

(long pause)

[hasty] W-Well, you don’t have to if you don’t really want to. I just – No. No, I haven’t changed my mind!

I-It would be a *smart* thing to do?

[confident] Fine then. Put them on. Yes, I’m confident, and I’m not going to change my mind.

HANDCUFFS ON

Ow! That’s a little tight, don’t you think?

[mild irritation] Alright, alright! Here. I’m lying on your bed, cuffed hands near the bedpost, as per your request. I promise, I won’t touch you. I don’t want to *die* . . . [mildly offended] Yes, I’m sure! Maybe I just want to *try* things while I have the chance!

[sincere] I don’t want just anyone to do it. That’s why I came to you. I trust you – enough.

Now, are you going to do it or n – Ah! Why’d you twist my nipples like that?! I-I’m not going to touch you, but that fucking *hurt*!

Yeah! Generally! In the right situation, I might actually like that, but . . . ! I thought you were just going to bite me!

Prep me . . . ?

Well, at least give me a warning or something next time! Jesus! You almost ripped my fucking nipples off!

Oh, dear! Your hands are freezing on my thighs, and why are you spreading them anyway?

Oh! Oh. [shaky] Yes, your lips feel . . . good on my nipples. Your tongue is rather-rather rough.

(sharp gasp, long pause)

Oh, fuck! (moaning) Oh, god . . . (whispering) Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. That feels so . . . *good*. It’s like . . . hundreds of waves of pleasure just . . . rolling through my body. Yes!

Oh, I’m so tempted to run my fingers through your hair, mister. I feel so conflicted . . . I know you told me not to but I – (moan)

[rushed] Wh-What are you doing?! Why did you stop?!

[confused] What? Why are you looking like that?

(long pause)

[in disbelief] I-I’m wet? [offended] No I’m not! I was not grinding against you! I . . . was . . . Yeah, it felt good and I was moaning but –

What do you mean I’m soaking wet? What do you mean you can feel it through your trousers?

[speechless] They’re . . . They’re soaked through? No . . . No, they’re not. They’re –

Stop! Why are pinning me down? I already told you I wouldn’t - (gasp) [disbelief] What are you doing?! Don’t push my panties to the side and –

Oh my god . . . What are you . . . doing? [surprised] My clit is so . . . so *sensitive*. And there’s . . . no resistance.

[gentle, curious, breathless] Your hands aren’t cold anymore. Interesting . . .

(improvised. moaning, gasping, groaning, maybe begging)

Oh, please, mister. Please fuck me. Please, please, please, I’m begging you. Yes, I like your tongue on my clit and your fingers inside me; they’re so long and thick, but-but I . . . I . . .

I don’t think I can take any more! (begging) Oh, please, please fuck me. I’m so close, but I don’t want to cum yet. I . . . (groan) I want to cum on your . . . cock, mister. Yes, yes, please. I want to cum on your cock. I‘ll let you choke me, spit on me, degrade me. I want to be your filthy cumslut. I’ll be your filthy, fucking slave. You can do whatever you want to me. [desperate] I’ll let you fucking *drain* me for Christ’s sake, mister, but just please, *fuck me*!

[surprised] (yelp) Oh!

BELT UNBUCKLING

(shocked pause)

Oh my god. Your . . . Your dick is . . . is . . . It’s huge! I . . . I mean, I’ve big dicks before, but . . . [nervous] (laugh) I’m afraid you might not fit.

Speaking of fit. [distracted] I’ve never seen you with your shirt off before . . . and I kind of like it like that.

Oh, god . . . Yes, yes, yes. Oh, please don’t tease me. Not just the tip, please. More. More . . . Yes, yes, yes.

(moaning) You’re stretching me open. It hurts so much, and feels so good.

I-I’m a brat?! You’re such an ass –

[breathless] Oh, my goodness. Wait, what do you mean that’s only half? I’ve struggled to take that much in, and you’re saying . . . Oh, god. Wait, wait. No, I think I’m going to . . . cum. My pussy’s so sensitive, and it’s aching. (deep exhale) I don’t want to cum yet. (begging) No . . .

God, I can feel you bottoming me out. (taking deep breaths) Okay. Okay, finally. You’re all the way in now . . . right? Thank god. [chuckling] It’s so *big*, I’m afraid to move.

~slow grinding~

You’re so much bigger than me. You can just pin me down and take what you want from me, and . . . [quiet] I want you to. Yes, please. Take what you want from me, just take it, please.

~rough~

(moaning, yelping, groaning) Yes, please! Choke me! Wrap your hand around my neck and squeeze my throat! Yes . . . Harder . . . Faster . . .

Oh, fuck, yes! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock! Yes, yes, you can use me whenever you want! I don’t care! Just please . . .

(improvise orgasm. you can fucking scream for all I care, just make sure you come back down first before you continue)

~slow again~

(whisper) Thank you, Mister . . . (repeat mindlessly) Thank you.

Are you . . . Are you gonna cum in me? Oh, please. Yes, I do. I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it *deep* inside me. I want you to fill me to the brim.

~rough, again~

Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes! (groaning) [quietly] Fucking . . . pound me! God, this . . . pleasure is . . . so overwhelming . . . I can barely think . . . Can I please touch you? Please? I need something to hold on to and this headboard is not really working, mister, please?

Thank you! Thank you so fucking much!

I’m gonna cum again. Yes, again! [strained] Fuck. Okay. Okay, I’ll hold it. Can I . . . count from ten and hold it? Then, you’re going to cum with me? Fuck . . . Mm, ten. [slowly] Nine. Eight. Seven. (crying, sobbing) Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Of course I’m crying. It feels so fucking good, and you won’t let me . . . I can’t! I’m going to cum! I’m so close! Too close!

(groaning frustratedly, but still extremely close, probably even closer) Ow! (sniffle) My hair. [quicker] Six. Five. Four. Please don’t pull out. Please, please . . . Three! Two, one!

(another improvised orgasm. this one might actually be a scream, silent or not)

Yes . . . Oh, fuck yes. Your teeth buried in the skin of my throat and your cock in my pussy. You’re still cumming. Fuck.

That felt so good . . .

Oh, shit. I-I didn’t realise how hard I must’ve scratched up your back! You’re bleeding! Like you’ve got lashes! Oh, fuck! I’m sorry! –

Oh. [embarrassed] (sniffle) Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. You’ll just . . . heal in seconds.

~slow thrusts~

(moaning, whisper) Mm, thank you. Thank you so much for that.

Can we . . . Can we do this again?