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🩸 Victoria × reader

18+ readers only!!🔥 blood-thirsty fuckery, shamelessly smutty& explicit

° Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° you are something magic, this ain't what I'm used to, let it consume you || your night at a Måneskin concert leads to a once in a lifetime experience when you catch Victoria's eye [based in england, december 2023]

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° anon request: mommy domme victoria but as a vampire too picking out reader from crowd and having her sexy ways in the hotel after the show & also inspired by my star anon who is the queen of the hot chicks ° got your own request in mind? send it here! but for more control& priority status hit me up for a commission ° lyrics stolen from måneskin & ashnikko ° 🎧HOT VAMP SHIT playlist to add to your reading experience🦇

° [ITA:] meraviglioso: marvellous - cazzo: fuck

supernatural cocky, do it to me, light me up like a moonbeam

You had been to a lot of concerts before (you had stopped being able to easily keep count a couple of years ago), but you had never been this level of entranced by a performer. You were utterly fascinated, unable to take your eyes off of Victoria De Angelis for more than a second. She was the whole show to you and you studied her every motion.

You had attended a Måneskin concert before and you couldn't remember being this level of obsessed with just the bassist. The videos on your phone from that night had tried to capture all four musicians at once. It had also captured the few rows of people standing between you and the stage.

But tonight you were at the front of the crowd, which had been exhilarating even before the band had taken to the stage. You and your best friend, Nadia, were thrilled that your early arrival had secured you this spot. There was absolutely no one blocking your view as you stood at the barricade, on the left of the stage's front.

Everyone had been screaming when the house lights dimmed and the background music was shut off. But your cheering had gotten even louder when Victoria had come into view, wearing her guitar as she strode to the front of the stage, directly in front of you. You were enamoured by the way her hair flowed and you immediately loved the look of her studded mini-skirt.

You had made a (kind of explicit) sign, specifically for her and you had lifted it above your head straight away. LET ME CALL YOU MUMMY.

Beforehand, you hadn't known if she would understand the intent, or even see the sign. It had been made with a rush of adrenaline, half-joking around with Nadia and seeing how sexual you were willing to get.

You saw Victoria's eyes land on it, and the smile already on her face had gotten bigger. Her eyes had moved down and you thought you saw her wink at you. Your arms had felt numb as you lowered the poster, instantly finding reasons to disbelieve what you had seen from the bass player.

You had taken your eyes off of her during the first song, when someone wearing a lanyard had approached from the other side of the barricade. They stood directly in front of you, making eye contact. It might have been easy to fear that you were going to get a stern talking-to after accidentally doing something troublesome.

“Do you wanna be on stage?” They asked.

You had seen the videos online, you knew exactly what this meant, nodding your head as vigorously as possible. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes!” Nadia had joined in, extending her arm for one of the wristbands that the staff member was holding.

They had wrapped the paper accessories around your wrist and hers. Over the song, they had given the two of you instructions of where to go and when.

Once they were gone, Nadia had grabbed you, screaming her excitement. This was a rare opportunity given to only about twenty fans per show, it was almost like winning the lottery.

You hadn't been able to think of anything to say back, because your eyes had gotten stuck on Victoria again. You hung on her every confident step and marvelled at the precision of her fingers.

You had never seen somebody so sexy in real life before. Seeing her beauty so many times on a screen, it was easy to assume there was some production magic involved - filters, blurring makeup, flattering lighting and angles, truly the best money could buy.

But as you stared up at her, trying to memorise all of these incredible details, you had seen that she was actually just that gorgeous. There wasn't a single feature that could turn you off. You dedicated more than a respectful amount of seconds looking at the little black love hearts that were pasted to each of her exposed breasts, covering the nipples.

As she had looked in your general direction (was it just wishful thinking that she was looking at you?) recklessly filthy images filled your head. You hardly knew where they had come from, but you were inundated to the point where you could hardly concentrate on anything else. You couldn't help yourself, you were suddenly ravenous for all of it.

You wondered how it would feel to have her lips all over your neck. You had pictured scissoring, desperately rubbing your cunt on hers. You hadn't done that with someone in such a long time, but it was often on your mind, the delights from previous experiences lingering in the deepest part of you. You had imagined how she might look riding your face, rocking her body with more intensity than she showed on stage. Images of worshipping her breasts couldn't be ignored and you had noticed that you felt damp in your panties.

You didn't think you had ever been driven so wild just by looking at someone before. Your libido was out of control. It was like the seduction was already happening, independent of words or touches.

When it was finally time to join the performers on stage, you dropped your sign. You didn't feel brave enough to hold it up to her directly, you didn't know how she would react and that intimidated the Hell out of you. The group of fans began to rush the stage and you followed Nadia up the small staircase.

Victoria was the first band member that you reached, and while other fans spread out across the stage, you got too caught up in staring at her to care about anything else. She met your eye, smiling at you. It was like a magnetic pull and you got closer to her.

There were other fans around her, but no one was taking up the space directly in front of her. Amongst all of the other giddy activity on the stage, you were focused purely on her. The rest of the noise faded down as she focused on you too.

She pointed to the spot in front of her feet, seeming to want you to stand there, even closer. You never dreamed that you would be this close, amazed and pumping with adrenaline.

You were reminded of dancing with someone at a nightclub when she planted her foot in the gap between yours, rocking her body weight toward you. There were a few measly inches between the two of you, just enough space for her to continue playing the guitar.

“Cool kids, they do not use floss…”

As the song began, she moved to the beat, tossing her hair around. She looked so free and happy, you wanted to feel the same way.

Her exposed legs brushed and rubbed against yours. She was smiling as she sang along, just like everyone else on stage. The energy was as incredible as it always looked in the videos - it was certain that no one else was having as much fun as the group on stage.

She looked around at the other close-by fans, sharing her enthusiasm with them. But her eyes always returned to you. It didn’t seem real that she would find you so interesting.

She had propped her foot up onto her tip-toes, raising the leg that was between both of yours. Her dancing saw this leg continuously rubbing on your thighs, even pushing into your crotch every so often. Your movements made your bodies come together with more impact and you were soon filling with tingles.

“I’m a bitch and I have much fun…”

Your mouth was forming the words to this track that you knew so well, but you weren’t paying them any attention. You were too busy marvelling at how dancing with her could feel so intimate. You were obsessed with the spots where you could feel her body pressed on yours. 

You licked your lips as your thoughts returned to their earlier depraved track. You imagined other intimate scenarios. You pictured properly grinding on her, with no guitar to block you. You imagined how good it would feel to keep her thigh between your legs.

She looked over your shoulder, momentarily locking eyes with someone or something. Her hand came off of the guitar so that she could gesture in a very specific way. Then she nodded and looked back at you, winking.

Before anything could progress (and it really felt like it could), she took a step back then turned away. She went over to share Damiano’s microphone for a few lines of lyrics.

They were flocked by fans and your clear path to her was gone, now you only caught glimpses of her long hair as she bounced around with the excited group.

It seemed your moment with her was over. You knew there was still fun to be had before the song was through. But there was a pang of disappointment, wishing for more time in her sphere.

You spotted Nadia dancing on the opposite side of the stage, where Thomas was playing his guitar. You made your way over to your friend, who spotted you instantly. She grabbed your hand, pulling you over to dance together, her energy giving you a boost.

The lead guitarist was just as interactive as Victoria, singing with the guests on his stage. But he didn’t have the same effect on you. You smiled when you caught his eye, but you didn’t have the feeling that you absolutely couldn’t look away. Nor did it feel like your legs were about to turn into jelly.

The song had never felt so short and before you knew it, each of the musicians took their exit from the stage. You still had an abundance of enthusiasm, you wanted more. But you were surrounded only by regular people - the spectators rather than the spectacle. There was no more music to listen to.

Casually dressed members of the security team started to gently shepherd everyone off of the stage. You went with the traffic, going back to that staircase with Nadia at your side.

Someone wearing a lanyard approached you, putting themselves in your path. They showed you a friendly smile as you slowed your pace, Nadia doing the same.

“Hey, could you come with me, please?” They requested.

You were confused, glancing at your friend instead of answering immediately. None of the other people from the stage had been singled out like this. But you didn’t have the sense that you were about to be told off for doing something wrong.

“Yes, we will definitely go backstage with you.” She answered without a hint of trepidation.

“Actually, I was only talking to her.” They said, pointing at you.

“Uh, yeah, I can- sure.” You said, you could feel your hopes going up even though you didn’t know what you should be preparing for.

“I gotta be awkward somewhere else.” Nadia said.

She gave your arm a parting squeeze before this staff member started to lead you away from everyone else. Your curiosity was practically overflowing as the entrance to the backstage area got closer.

They pulled back a thick black curtain, revealing an area where there was room to move and perfect lighting. There were people moving around, each wearing identifying lanyards. You had never been somewhere so exclusive before and you made a mental note to not do anything to screw up this experience.

Before you had finished scanning across this large area, you spotted her. Victoria was positioned at one of the available vanity tables, touching up the pigment on her lips. Immediately you got that flurry of butterflies in your tummy again.

And your chaperone started to lead you in her direction. You stopped noticing the details of this expansive room, feeling that sensation of being magnetically drawn to her return.

You caught her eye in the mirror and she turned around, smiling. She extended her hand out toward you and you copied her, eagerly walking faster than the person who had been escorting you.

“Hi again.” You said, placing your hand in hers.

She held it securely, lightly pulling to bring you in as close as you had been on stage. “Hey. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your night, I just had to tell you how much I love your sign.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks were burning with heat. “I’m glad you liked it, I was worried it could come off as disrespectful.”

“Definitely not.” She said. “It was sexy and it would be even sexier if you meant it.” She had eased herself in closer and she was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb. “Did you really mean it, do you wanna call me Mummy?”

“Yes, I would- who wouldn’t- you’re so amaz- and I have a huge crush on you.” You didn’t know how to articulate the excitement rushing your system.

“And you’re queer?” She asked.

You nodded. “Yes, pansexual.”

“Cool.” She said and she used her free hand to rub your arm. “Are you single?”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation, not slowing yourself down by thinking about Cooper lying in the bed that you shared.

She licked her lips. “Meraviglioso.” She kept both of her hands on you as her eyes relocated to someone else. She gave a purposeful nod and it seemed certain this operation had been practised more than a few times. “I’ve gotta get back on stage for the encore, so my friend Stefano is gonna take care of you for a bit. He’s gonna take you back to my hotel room, where I’ll join you in about an hour. Is that okay with you?”

“Definitely.” You said, you were amazed by how everything was falling into place. Somehow you had stumbled into a perfect scenario.

“Awesome, I’ll see you later.” She said, she lifted your hand up so that she could kiss the back of it, leaving a print of her lipstick there. “Before I get there, you can think about what you want me to call you while you’re calling me Mummy.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You said.

She squeezed your hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you soon.”

Her eyes lingered on you as she began to move away. You turned around to keep watching her, just as engrossed as ever.

You didn’t mind missing out on the last two songs of the set, you didn’t think that you would be able to concentrate properly. Already your thoughts were racing, strong enough to completely carry you away. Now you had permission to get filthy, there wasn’t any reason to censor yourself or try reining your libido in.

You were still smiling and blushing, even after she had disappeared from sight. This was a high that hadn’t yet reached its peak, it wasn’t about to fade away.

The guy who had brought you backstage, now you knew he was Stefano, approached you again. “Hey, are you ready to go?”

“Definitely.” You replied.

The exclusive space of the green room was left behind as you progressed to somewhere even more exclusive - Victoria’s bedroom. He led you down a staircase and through a door to the much quieter outside. A car was waiting close-by, someone in the driver's seat. Stefano got in the front passenger seat and you got into the back.

Neither he nor the driver tried to strike up a conversation with you, understanding that you weren’t here for them to get to know. There was the possibility of them judging you for agreeing to a one night stand, maybe they found your morals questionable.

But this was a once in a lifetime experience. And the closer you got to it, the more it intoxicated you. It was exceedingly easy to concentrate solely on the positive before you.

You brought your phone out of your bag, finding nine text messages from Nadia waiting for you. She wanted to know what was going on, expressing how mind blown by all of this she was. Then she wanted to coordinate a plan of how the two of you could meet back up.

I don’t really know whats going on. They took me back to talk to Victoria and she asked if I wanted to go back to her hotel. And I said yes?? You typed your response. So now I’m in a car. I’m safe and all, don’t worry about me. But you should probably just head home. And I’ll see you when I see you.

You sent this message, then returned to the main screen of your inbox. Beneath your communication with Nadia, there was a conversation labelled Cooper. You didn’t open this. You told yourself that you didn’t need to tell your boyfriend what was going on. Before leaving for the concert, you had said you would most likely spend the night at Nadia’s place. He wasn’t expecting you to return home, he wouldn’t know that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Until you could tell him face-to-face. And that was when you would let him know that you had made use of the metaphorical hall pass.

This was an agreement that had been in place for more than half of your relationship. You had agreed that one night stands weren’t cheating, they weren’t grounds for a break up.

It had only been theoretical to you up until tonight. You were sure that he would totally understand your decision once you explained it.

This became your truth and you liked it. You didn’t give it any more thought. Instead your focus and energy went to the incredible once in a lifetime experience you were approaching.

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you do something wicked to me, mystical when you seduce me 

You kept waiting for something to go wrong. You were expecting to be told that a mistake had occurred and you had to leave right away, because you should have never been brought here in the first place. Why would someone as extraordinary as Victoria have any interest in you, who was so ordinary? Sitting alone, you couldn’t fight the feeling that this bubble was about to burst.

But then the suite’s door opened and the gorgeous woman came in, promptly sweeping you up in new emotions. You sat forward on the sofa, your heart already starting to race.

She was unaccompanied, instantly shutting out the rest of the world by closing and locking the door. Even though she was no longer dressed for the stage, she was just as eye-catching to you in her baggy jeans.

“My dear…” She said after discarding her shoulder bag. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

You got to your feet as she came toward you. “Yeah, me too.”

She didn’t immediately step into your personal space, the restraint marking a change in behaviour. “I want to be honest about why I had you come back here. No nasty surprises. I’m a vampire.”

You wanted to laugh but the sound didn’t come, instead your throat started to clench. “You’re- what are you- vampi- you must be kidding- I don’t understand.”

She nodded. “It’s a lot to wrap your head around, I get that.” She was looking deeply into your eyes as she picked up your hand to hold in hers. “But you don’t need to panic, I promise that you’re not in any danger. It’s up to you if you stay or go, I won’t hold you against your will.” You had turned your wrist so that you could interlock your fingers with hers. “But if you do choose to stay…

“Any pain that you feel will be vastly out-weighed by the pleasure that I plan to give to you. You’ll feel so good that any hurt will be instantly forgotten. It’s my goal to make you feel good- well, myself, too.” She was smiling as she spoke. “Because I’ve been working so hard on this tour and the travel that goes along with it is so exhausting. Fun, but…

“The point is, I need to feed to refresh myself. I give so much of myself at shows and in interviews and all of the other interactions. So I just wanna be selfish.”  Her free hand played with some of your hair. “Will you let me be selfish?”

You had been feeling a sense of warmth as you listened to her, most of your fears were too quiet to be worth noticing. You already knew that you were going to agree to spending the night with her, even if uncertainties lingered right now.

“What exactly do you mean by feed?” You asked.

“Well, even though this is your first meeting with one of us, I’m sure you’ve heard enough about vampires to know that our meal of choice is blood.” She said, starting to subtly nod her head. Without realising, you copied her. “I would bite you to get some little drinks here and there. But I’m not interested in draining you. You will leave this hotel in perfect health, I promise you.”

She released your hand and took a half-step back. “If you don’t believe me, you can leave right now, angel.”

But you didn’t even glance at the door that led to your freedom. 

As you looked deeply into her eyes, you felt like from above your head, honey was being poured onto your body. It was smooth and warm, bringing comfort as it covered you.

You looked at her lips and there was only one thing you wanted to do. You rushed to close the gap between the two of you, bringing your hands up to her face. You saw only approval in her eyes, then you shut your own, guiding your lips to hers.

At once you felt her responding, her lips caressing yours so sweetly. You went further into the fantasy with so much excitement, feeling her smooth cheeks beneath your fingers.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss and you could feel the beginnings of moisture on your lips. At the same time, she wound an arm around your middle, using this to bring your chest flush to hers.

Your desire was poised to spill over. You weren’t trying to feel out any dangerously pointed teeth as you ventured your tongue into her mouth, you just wanted to taste more of her. She put her hand to the back of your head, encouraging you to stay in this intimacy. You could feel an ache between your thighs.

“Mn, Mummy.” You whined against her lips. “I could get addicted to your kisses.”

She lifted up the hem of your dress with her hand under the material. “That's exactly what I want.” She pushed her hips firmly against yours as she secured some more kisses. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that for me? Just let me lie back while you give me a mind-blowing orgasm that melts all my stress away.”

“I would love to do that for you.” You said.

“Do you know your way around a strap-on?” She asked.

You were nodding your head, even though it had been more than two years since your last time using one. You didn't think it would be terribly difficult to pick the skill back up, especially considering your determination to make her feel good.

“Yeah, I mean- it's not my first time using one.” You said.

“Fuck yeah, I picked the right girl tonight, huh?” She smiled as she came in for more kisses.

She subtly rubbed the front of her body on you as each kiss was quickly followed with another. Her fingers grasped directly onto the skin beneath your dress.

“Get naked for me.” She said, her voice low but stern. “Mummy wants to see her perfect girl properly.”

You started to do it instantly, shedding the dress you had picked out months ago. You didn’t stop until your body was entirely bare, your insecurities not strong enough to slow you down. Her eyes lit up, travelling down your body as she held a hand reassuringly on your side.

She drew you in with a hand on your heated cheek. “You should get to hear me say it again- I want you to fuck me.”

You saw her bright smile for less than a second before her mouth crushed against yours. A series of passionate kisses commenced with her hands exploring across your body. And you were equally greedy, pushing both of your hands under her tank top, feeling at all you could reach.

“Mummy…” You whimpered. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Her hand collided with your uncovered ass, making you gasp and your heart excitedly skipped over a few beats. “That’s not how a good idea gets me to take my clothes off. Do I have to teach you manners?”

You loved the way this changed the atmosphere, adding a tension that hadn’t been present before. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, it was exciting. You understood the role she wanted you to play and you accepted it instantly.

“No, you don’t. I’ll be polite, I’ll be so polite. Please, will you take your clothes off for me?” You asked.

She didn’t spank your ass again, giving it a teasing squeeze instead. Then she took your arm and started walking away from the door, taking you towards the bed. “Do you have any idea how sexy you make that word sound?”

“Which word?” You asked, wearing a proud smile. “Please?”

She hummed happily and gave you a shove, sending you onto the mattress. “Mm-hmm, that’s the one.”

“I’ll say it as many times as you want.” You said, looking up at her with eyes full of admiration.

She had started to undo the fly of her jeans and your interest was instantly secured. Your eyes grew wide, you were enthralled by the sight of her panties. It was a black thong, allowing you to stare at her thighs as she worked the denim down.

“Please.” You said, quieter than before as you yearned to return your hands to her incredible body. “Please, Mummy.”

She smiled and reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up. Your pussy was flooded with heat upon looking at her completely bare chest.

“Did it hurt?” You asked.

She chuckled. “You are not about to use that cheesy old line and ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven. You’re smart enough to know that I’ve never been near Heaven.”

“No, I wasn’t going to say that at all. I was talking about your nipples. Does it hurt when you take those sticker cover things off?” You asked.

“No, they’re fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore than taking off a pair of false eyelashes does.” She said.

“Oh. ‘Cause I was gonna offer to kiss them better if they were hurting at all…” You said.

She smiled. “Have you been thinking about kissing my tits?”

“More like worshipping them.” You said before any kind of modesty could stop you. You weren’t used to being so bold and shameless with someone you had just met. But there was something about her presence that influenced you to not hold back.

She walked away from the end of the bed, going over to a small collection of suitcases and bags. You watched her open a black case.

“I’m glad you think there’s enough to worship.” She said.

“They’re absolutely perfect to me, Mummy. I would spend hours worshipping them… if you would like that, please.”

She chuckled to herself and draped a few lengths of fabric over her shoulder. “I’m sure we can make some time for that.”

The next thing she pulled out of the suitcase was much more eye-catching - a dildo. The long object was covered in a leopard-print pattern. She held this in one hand as she reached in for another item. Once she had found the bottle of lubricant, she brought everything over to the bed where you waited.

She offered the harness that would fit around your ass and thighs. As you started trying to make sense of the straps and how they connected, she pushed her underwear down.

Her naked body was all of the motivation that you needed. You were inspired to get the belt on as quickly as you could manage. You got each of the buckles secured, the straps snugly fitting around your crotch and thighs. Your heart leapt when her fingers brushed against your skin as she checked a few of the buckles.

“You’re going to look so good on top of me, darling.” She said.

She sat down on the mattress with you. All you could think of was how desperate you were to touch her. But you forced yourself to be patient, not wanting to interrupt her from the process of getting the dildo in place. She fitted the base of the fake-dick into the O-ring that rested over your crotch, a look of concentration in her eyes.

Once the cock was secured, she looked your body up-and-down and her smile widened. “Fucking perfect.”

The way that she immediately kissed you gave her compliment even more impact, adding to the burning desire that wanted to consume you.

She didn’t let her lips part from yours as she started to readjust. You eagerly moved with her, at first turning your body to face a new direction. Then you were following her up the mattress, keeping in rhythm with her thrilling kisses the whole time.

She pulled herself away from you when she found the spot she wanted. She laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she spread her legs. She opened the lube, a very sweet scent of grapes coming forward as she squeezed some of the product into her hand.

She gestured for you to come closer and you moved into the space between her thighs. She started applying the lubricant to the silicone length while her other hand reached beneath it. Your breath immediately caught when you felt her fingers on your cunt, discovering the moisture already collecting at your entrance.

“You haven’t yet told me the things you want me to address you as.” She pointed out, her fingers lazily dragging back-and-forth along your slit.

“I like everything you’ve said so far. But I think I’d like to be called stuff like naughty thing. I like the encouragements and the good girl’s, but you can be less nice to me, too.” You said. “That would turn me on.”

She licked her lips. “I can do that for you, especially while you’re being so naughty, darling.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as she drew her fingers off of your pussy. You felt the way it pulsed, desperate for attention and scorching hot in your anticipation of more.

She hooked one of her fingers under the belt, lightly tugging on it as she used her other hand to gesture for you to come closer. “Come and fuck me, naughty girl.”

You leaned forward, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress. Her enchanting eyes left yours as she wrapped a hand around the cock. Positioned on your knees, you eased your body closer to hers as she guided the sex toy toward her cunt.

Her moans were a blessing to your ears as she worked the tip between her folds. She rubbed it up-and-down and you watched the expression on her face change.

Her chest swelled around a deep breath as she began burying the cock into her cunt. She consistently took more of the inches, letting almost all of the length inside. She took her hand off of it so that she could grab your bare ass instead, holding with a firm grip.

“Show Mummy how naughty, nasty, filthy you can be.” She said and she prompted shivers to race through your system as she met your gaze again.

You drove your hips closer to hers, making even more of the dick disappear into her pussy. Just as quickly, you rocked your body weight back. Then you charged forward with more power, gaining confidence in your range of movement.

“That’s good.” She encouraged in a husky whisper.

She arched her back and your wide eyes fell to her tits, with their very-erect nipples. She started to move with you, lifting her hips to meet your every thrust. The two of you slipped into a tempo as easily as when you had been dancing together on stage.

“Cazzo, look at that vein on your arm.” She said, eyeing the bicep that was near her head. “That’s gonna make my mouth water…”

Your concentration wavered, your pumping a little less enthusiastic as you wondered what she was about to do. Would you be able to handle it?

She wrapped a leg around your waist, jutting her hips up at the same time. “Uh-uh, you aren’t going to stop fucking me.” She spanked your ass. “Keep going.” You thrusted again, following through with more movements, but this didn’t stop her from slapping your ass repeatedly. “Yes, keep fucking me.

“Keep fucking me…” She trailed off into a wordless whimper.

This sound became muffled as she pressed her face against your arm. There was some worry present, which made your body tense. But you refused to allow it to freeze, keeping your hips in motion.

She kissed all over your forearm, her lips parting at a point about an inch above your elbow. At first you just felt pressure. Then a sharp sensation arose as her fangs penetrated your skin, the pain radiating out.

You groaned but she was immediately louder. She briefly detached her mouth from your arm, freely moaning. There wasn’t any further discomfort as she went back to your flesh. She began to suck at these puncture marks and you were stunned as you mentally told yourself that you had successfully survived your first bite from her vampire teeth. It was an invigorating accomplishment.

You hadn’t been aware of your vigour slipping. But as soon as she struck your ass, you put all of your focus on how you were rolling your hips again. You made sure she could feel your strength as she continued to suck on your arm.

She returned her head to the pillow with a whimper. “You taste amazing. Your blood is just as beautiful as you.”

You inspected the marks that she had left behind. The two small, red holes shone in the light. Blood oozed out, slowly creating a little trail down your arm.

She got your attention by putting her hand to your cheek, redirecting your gaze away from the injury. “See, it’s nothing to be scared over. You trust Mummy more now, don’t you?”

“Yes Mummy, I do.” You said, making her smile with lips that were darker than before.

“Mm-hm. You can worship my tits to calm yourself down, to walk yourself back from all of that silly fear.” She said.

“Thank you, Mummy.” You replied, eagerly nodding.

You made sure to maintain your rhythm, even as you altered your position, bowing your head down to her heaving chest. Your heart was rushing, thrilled to have a target (and a very appealing one, at that) for your raging desires.

You started off simply, kissing one of her stiff nipples. Seeking her approval, you lifted your eyes up to her face as you let your lips part on the next kiss. She was watching you intently, her hand cradling your cheek. You lolled your tongue out, rubbing it all over her nipple with great appreciation. She appeared pleased, continuing to writhe against you, keeping both of you in this delicious motion.

You moved to the other nipple, sucking it into your mouth. You flicked then rolled your tongue against it, keeping up with your rhythm. Now you were aiming for her g-spot, with every rocking of your hips. You dragged your body against hers, getting lost in the passion.

“Fuck. This is exactly what I needed.” She began to match slaps to your ass with her words. “Exactly what I need-ed…”

Her writhing progressed to her own determined thrusting. She matched your pacing, your bodies crashing together with even more power. Her hands went out to her sides, grabbing at the bed sheets as she continued this effort.

You started to feel her outdoing your energy, fucking herself harder than you were prepared for. Your breath grew shallower as it felt like you were playing catch up. You detached your mouth from her, resting your head on her chest as you tried to recover your breath.

But this was a secondary goal. The main thing you cared about was meeting her power with just as much force. You concentrated on making each rut as strong as possible, it didn’t matter if this exhausted you for any other activity.

She let out a prolonged whimper. “Oh, my naughty thing.”

You couldn’t resume your thorough treatment of her breasts, her sudden repositioning compromised your closeness to her chest. She wrapped both of her legs around you, and at the same time she yanked herself up. This allowed her to move on the cock with shorter strokes while keeping it consistently deep.

You wrapped an arm around her. You shifted your weight to your knees as you settled into this altered momentum. She rested her forehead on your chest and you felt her hot breath on your tits.

She leaned on your arm and the new pressure brought your attention to the wound on your arm.

“Victoria?” You began. “Will the biting turn me into a vampire too?” Her hair fell back from her flushed face as she looked up at you. “Like, a venom in your saliva, or something?”

“No, princess. You have to be dead to be turned.” She said. “And as I said earlier: I’m not a danger to you.”

You nodded as you stared into her eyes, and you believed her. You immediately put the issue out of your mind.

“Can I have another drink? I need to taste more.” She said.

“Yes.” You replied and you were so pleased by the smile this brought to her face.

She was still rutting herself on the cock as she took her mouth to your tits. The bite didn’t come straight away. First, she explored the tops of your breasts with sweet kisses.

The kisses started to linger a little longer, then you were feeling her tongue as she let her lips part.

It was a little less surprising and scary when you felt her teeth breaking your skin this time. The pain seared and demanded your attention as she penetrated your breast at a point that your bra could hide later. You knew this pain wasn’t forever, enduring it with some deep breaths.

She detached for a moment. This was followed by the feeling of just her lips on you, covering this tender area in kisses. She whimpered as she started to suck.

All the while she was still swinging her hips up into you. The motions and the sounds were glorious, registering in your already-aching pussy. You loved being included in the rhythm, thrilled even though you knew this wouldn’t lead to your climax.

“Fuck…” She panted, pulling back a little. You saw the hints of dark red on her lips and it felt dangerous. “I want that taste on my tongue as I come.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

Her rhythm was unrelenting, all of her energy going into chasing her orgasm. You got so caught up in all of her shamelessly erotic sounds that you stopped feeling the pain from your new wound rather quickly. You were fascinated by the way the passion was changing her, noticing every slight change in her facial expression and savouring the ones you had never seen before.

She was experiencing it all so visibly that you thought you would know the exact second that she started to come, it would be so obvious. You wondered what was prompting each reaction. And from there, you could easily imagine what it would be like to experience such pleasure for yourself.

Her face became hidden from you when she concluded her next pump forward by pushing all of herself against you. She rested her head on your shoulder once your chests had come together.

You held her tightly as she proactively bounced in your lap. Her excited whines were muffled by your shoulder, which she was soon bringing pain to. She sank her fangs into the skin, bringing more blood into her mouth.

She sucked ferociously, until some jolts through her body seemed to surprise her. Her multi-tasking skills were somewhat compromised and she just rested her lips on your skin as her hips excitedly stuttered forward. Between whimpers, she licked up more blood. But her focus was clearly set on the reckless tempo of her hips.

Something inside of her snapped and you felt her chest expand against yours, while the rest of her body stilled. Her crazed energy had reached its conclusion. You stopped moving as well, suddenly aware of how short of breath you were.

She gave your shoulder some kisses and licks, before starting to lift her head. Her face was flushed with colour and her smile was even more beautiful now, seeming to sparkle.

She sat up, leaning less of her body weight on you as she draped her arms around your neck. “You really are a naughty thing, huh? The way you just made Mummy go fuckin’ feral like that…”

“I’m really happy I could make you feel so good.” You said as you rubbed your hands up-and-down her back.

“You did.” She said before softly kissing you. “Every single second of it was so good.” She kissed you a few more times and you got hints of the sharp taste of your own blood. “And now you see for yourself that the feeding isn’t a really big deal, right? It helps you trust me more, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” You said as soon as she left a pause for you to answer.

She kissed you, more deeply this time. You sensed that fractions of her energy were coming back as her mouth lingered on yours. The foreign taste of blood hardly affected your enjoyment of this intimate exchange.

“You’re so sexy.” You murmured against her lips. “Getting to see all of that was so beautiful. It’s gonna be a long time before I can stop thinking about it.”

“You really liked it, huh?” She asked and you instantly nodded your head. “Did watching me make you…” She licked her lips and grinned. “...wet?”

You nodded again. “Yes Mummy, so wet.”

“How about we take that toy off of your body and you can show me?” You offered.

She planted one more kiss on your lips before starting to climb out of your lap. She left the toy phallus behind, its surface covered in the slick from her pussy. She helped you remove the harness and tossed it aside without a care. Then she laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she continued to smile at you.

She curled onto her side a little and smoothed out the bedsheets in front of her. “Come and lay with me, pretty girl.”

You laid down in this available space, resting on your back. You could feel your body buzzing with so much energy, lust that needed to be used. Your pussy felt incredibly hot.

She played with your hair a little as she leaned in closer. Her eyes moved to your mouth and you felt your heart flutter. In the next second, she was kissing you and you let it take your breath away. You rushed to keep up with her.

Her tongue eased into your mouth as she started to trail her hand down the front of your body. It felt like you were made of kindling, and it would take just one movement to set everything ablaze. But which movement would that be?

She didn’t hesitate to reach her hand down beneath your waistline, confident in what she was doing as her fingers glided onto your mound. At the same time, she swirled her tongue in your mouth, exploring you with hunger.

Her hand moved lower, cupping your cunt. Against your labia majora, she applied pressure with her fingers. She moved the digits in little waves, an intimate massage. This was matched by the way she rolled her tongue against the roof of your mouth. It was a dreamy combination and you wrapped an arm around her, wanting to keep her so close.

She gradually rubbed her way lower, getting closer to your entrance. Then she extended a finger and went straight for it. Your hand gripped her tighter as she started to move her finger along your slit. Wet noises accompanied her tender stroking up-and-down.

Your heart was properly racing now and you widened the space between your thighs. This was the beginning of something spectacular, and you trusted her to know how to get you to the conclusion.

She added a bit of pressure without actually penetrating yet. You enjoyed the warmth from being worked up like this. Her tempo was so enticing and more blood rapidly flowed into this area.

She drew her tongue back from your mouth. “Princess, my princess…”

She moved her finger a little faster, facing no resistance from your pussy. She gave your lower lip some sucks. As these drew on, you detected a hint of her pointed teeth, moving against your lip. But the wonderful treatment of your pussy dominated your attention and kept you from developing any worries.

She started to kiss her way down from your lips. You heard your shaky breaths, they really weren’t going to help you fill your lungs again. She moved from your face to your throat, slowly appreciating the skin as she went. Her kisses lingered on one particular spot.

Her fingers tensed and began to sink inside. At once you were gripped by conflicting sensations because she was creating new wounds in the side of your throat. The intensity was more than you had been prepared for and it immediately overwhelmed you. You weren’t strong enough to resist it and you couldn’t help getting lost momentarily.

You desperately gasped for air, trying to ride out the pain. A weakness came into your knees as she also accelerated the pleasure, pumping her finger into you.

Your body writhed and you wondered if this was more than you could take. But you pushed yourself into her, craving for all of it to go on.

The pain deflated some as she pulled her fangs out of your flesh. With a moan, she pushed her tongue up to the small holes. Your skin throbbed in response to this pressure. It felt as hot and swollen as your cunt.

Between your inner-walls, she had added another finger. She pumped them at a consistent tempo, prompting desperate whines from you. You tilted your pelvis, letting her move deeper.

She drew the tender spot on your throat into her mouth again, starting to suck. The taste inspired her to drive her fingers harder and you felt your mind go blissfully blank.

She positioned her hand so that every pound of her fingers could end with her palm smacking into your clit. This started quakes through you. You squirmed, the excitement building up to an irreversible level. You were needing the climax, starting to move your hips in accordance to her speed.

She moved away from your neck, repositioning in a way that made your arm slip from around her. Now you grabbed for the pillow to help brace yourself.

You opened your eyes when you felt the bed shifting with her weight. You saw her placing herself over your legs, her eyes fixed on the target of your pussy. You were tingling with anticipation as you got flat on your back, keeping your legs apart.

Your blood was visible on her lips as she settled herself and looked up at you. She put her hands to the tops of your thighs and started to lower her head. She maintained eye contact with you as she applied her tongue to your pussy. She lapped up, moving along your slit.

“Mummy…” You breathed as the swell of pleasure grew even stronger.

She licked again-and-again, pushing a little harder each time. You started to push her hair back from her face, gathering it into your hand so that your view of her wouldn’t be compromised. You were obsessed with what you were saying.

“I’m not even a little surprised that this part of you tastes amazing too.” She said, making you feel slightly bashful.

Next, she returned her wet fingers to your cunt, the two digits swallowed by your quim at once. Your body tensed as she established her rhythm again.

When she attached her mouth to your clitoris, you felt the sensitivities sharply increase. They got a little intimidating as they became all-consuming. Your head fell back to the pillow and your mouth gaped open when she started kissing the hood.

This progressed to her working her tongue in endless circles. You grew even more receptive to the tempo of her fingers and you knew the release was getting closer.

“Ah, Victoria…” You vocalised a choked sob. “That feels so, so good. You- you’re gonna make me cuh-...” The air disappeared from your lungs when she sucked the hood of your clit into her mouth. This increase of the glorious intensity brought strangled, desperate noises from you.

You had no choice but to entirely surrender when she began to curl her fingers. With a few more moments of those fingers jackhammering, she had you crying out louder than ever.

Then you reached your release. It was so grand that you didn’t just see stars, you were seeing explosions. And you felt them, as well.

She separated from you and you let your body go limp on the bed. You were gripped by uncontrollable shudders as the extremes very slowly released their hold on you.

“Pretty girl…” She soothed as you felt her start to stroke your hair. “That was incredible.”

You watched her lay down beside you, your satisfaction was mirrored back to you with the look on her face. She got comfortable and continued playing gently with your hair.

“I can’t believe all of that just happened.” You said. You thought it would be days until this feeling of total awe wore off. “And all because of my stupid sign.”

“Your sign wasn’t stupid, it was sexy. They showed me a pic of it before the show…” She said, and you remembered being approached by a photographer while everyone had been waiting for the concert’s start. They had approached other fans who carried posters, taking photos of more than just your message.

“And it really got my attention, so I told them to make sure you got a wristband for the stage, because I wanted to see what your vibe was like.” She explained.

Your eyes had grown wide and you raised a hand up to your cheek. “Oh my God, I was so close to not bringing it at all.”

“Why?”

“I thought it would be unwanted…” You said.

“You should listen to your gut more, ‘cause look what it got you tonight.” She said. “You shouldn't waste your life denying what you want. Now, are you the big or little spoon?”

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[soliloqueeer]

Main inspirations: Velvet Goldmine, Maneskin, Robert Plant, Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger, Brian Eno, Iggy Pop, etc.

[miraculan-draws]

HEAR ME OUT...what if he DID play in a metal band for a while...and what if they were FRIENDS and they LOVED HIM...and when his stupid blabber mouth "I own the night" husband is drawing too much attention to himself, so he needs to draw even MORE attention...what if...he called the gang with a Proposition

[sam-reid]

okay but this is exactly the kind of rockstar vibe i was hoping for, and i knew they wouldn't disappoint me 😭

[runningwithfangs]

I have decided Måneskin is the vibe for the new Satan’s Night Out/The Vampire Lestat. I mean, have you seen how many 18th century inspired outfits they have? The ruffled shirts alone! Listen to “Immortale” too, LIKE?? Ugh, it’s too good.

I based this on some outfits I found on Pinterest. Also, bisexual lighting.

[pomburel]

Back in my Bubbline era

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

The fact that people say that Lestat shouldn't be a rockstar because that's not "a thing" in 2024 when Maneskin are just... right there.

[bezebo]

Vampire Lestat x Måneskin - MAMMAMIA!

[jillian-613]

Eurovision: The Masquerade

Eurovision vampire family keeps growing. Updated version.

However, vampires should be cautious at Eurovision this year, because well... you know... it seems, they are hunted... 

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David Bowie and Måneskin inspired Lestat sketches instead of sleeping cuz this silly guy is now my muse

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🩸part 3/? [series masterpost]

Damiano × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy unholy supernatural fuckery

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° weeks 20 through 22 of your pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid

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° [ITA:] preziosa: precious - cara: dear

- WEEK 20 - 

You were walking around a brand new apartment. Familiar items caught your eye as you tried to commit this floorplan to memory, your wide eyes darting all around so as to not miss any details.

Damiano had been teasing this new home for you for a while. He had assured you that you would be moving somewhere new, but had never promised it by a set date. His critiques of your apartment had increased substantially, comparing it to the far superior new apartment that had only been an abstract concept to you.

Until now. Until you were walking through the renovated apartment a few floors down from his penthouse. You weren’t going to be living with him - it would be foolish to think something like that would happen, he was still definitely not your boyfriend. But he wanted you and the baby you were carrying closer to him. He had made it inescapably clear that your apartment wasn’t good enough for any child of his - saying the same about your waitressing job, forcing you to resign.

Now you would be living rent-free in a neighbourhood you had never hoped to afford. He had organised removalists, getting your things in place amongst what he had bought to fill out the spacious apartment. All that you had to move from one home to another was your body.

You were now physically moving into a new stage of your life. Very little was familiar and you were even more uncertain than you had been four months ago.

You found him in the master bedroom, looking very comfortable and not even slightly out of place as he sat on the bed that was larger than any you had ever owned. He smiled at the sight of you, which always made you think he was up to something. You gave the room a thorough look over, noting the books on pregnancy that rested on your nightstand. There were things that you had owned for years, like a purple and green painting created by a high school friend whom you no longer spoke to. Some photographs had been framed and put on display (capturing happy memories of you with your best friends, Sebastian and Sally), but none of them featured Damiano.

“You’re showing more.” He said, getting your attention.

You stopped looking at the collection of modest necklaces draped over a jewellery tree. Now you looked down at your tummy, which was definitely getting rounder with each passing day - but it didn’t appear to be straining against the fabric of your hoodie, demanding to be noticed. You ran a hand down your front, feeling the home of your mysterious child. “Am I?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna take that as the compliment I meant it to be, or is this going to be an excuse for you to go into one of your annoying spirals?”

“If you say that it’s a compliment, then it is, Sir.” You said, resting your hand at the top of your bump.

“Good. How about you come over here and let me admire you some more?” It wasn’t a request and you acted accordingly. “Give me more to compliment.”

He didn't hesitate in grabbing the bottom of your jumper and immediately pulling it up, away from your body. You lifted your arms above your head, putting up no resistance to his efforts and soon the garment was removed. He tossed it aside and as soon as his hands were available, they went to your tummy. The cool metal of his numerous rings contrasted with the warmth of his fingers, lovingly cupping your stomach.

"It's so pretty. Do you have any idea how much this suits you?" He asked, slowly caressing your skin. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him, he was so genuine in this moment that you couldn't help feeling a few butterflies in your stomach. It was the sunshine that could blind you, it could make you forget all of his snarky or downright hurtful comments.

"If I had known how fuckin' gorgeous you would look pregnant, I would have started breeding you that first night you let me have you." He said and the intensity of his gaze, coupled with how he traced his fingertips up-and-down your exposed sides, elicited shivers from you. The excitement surged down your spine and your nipples were soon standing at attention beneath your bra.

“Really?” You asked.

“Absolutely, honey.” He said, letting you feel his fingernails drag lightly against your skin.

“What would you have done?” You asked.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you in close. You licked your lips and rested your hands on his shoulders. Before you could begin to think of your next move, he was making his - twisting his body and forcing you to move from your spot. You didn’t resist the way that his hands guided you, bringing you down to the bed. You laid out flat on your back, feeling your breath coming in quicker as the atmosphere in this unfamiliar room seemed to shift. The way he was looking at you made you want to squirm.

“I would have put you into a lovely mating press and just pounded myself dry on you.” He said.

You furrowed your brow. “What’s a- have we ever done that before?”

He rolled his eyes. “Literally, you have had the most uninspired idiots screwing you.” He placed himself on his knees, down by your legs. “Mating press is achieved by you raising these…” He didn’t ask if you were interested in a live demonstration, he just grabbed your ankles and got to work repositioning you.

“Yep, we want them nice and high.” He said, lifting your legs until your ankles were almost at your shoulders. Even though you still wore pants and underwear, you were feeling very exposed as your blood went coursing into new areas. “Then I would come in here…” He moved into the space beneath your ass. “And my legs overlap yours as I kind of squat…”

He placed himself partially on top of you, your gut tightening as you took notice of how your genitals were now lined up. His hands remained on your ankles, keeping you locked into this position.

“I would hold onto your legs like this. Do you see how that would give me deeper penetration?” He asked, looking down at you as you wondered if he had seen the way you had started to tremble. “And it’s perfect for me to keep driving my cock into you while also pulling you onto it.” He grabbed your hip and jerked you up, making your breath hitch. “Do you get it now, preziosa?”

“Yeah.” You said. “But…”

He was smirking as he let go of your hip, raising this hand to your face and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. “Just say it.” You began smiling too - he always swore that telepathy was a myth, but there were times when his ability to guess what you were thinking was truly uncanny. “Say it and if you ask nicely enough maybe I’ll do it."

He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you instantly wrapped your lips around it. "Say that you want me to show you every single way that I've fantasised about breeding you."

"Please, that's what I want, Sir." You said.

He swooped down, taking his thumb away from you so that he could kiss you. His lips crushed against yours and the pressure on your legs increased, before he was pulling away.

You craved more, but before you could begin to complain, he was taking off his tank top. With his hands gone, you lowered your legs to a more natural position and grabbed for the waistband of your yoga pants, working them down. You swiftly got naked with him.

He let you secure a few more kisses before he was bending you back into position. You were looking into his eyes as you rested your hands on your raised calves, a feeble attempt to brace yourself for what would come next. Your pussy was spread and you felt the pressure building up in your body before he got on top of you.

He perched in front of you, parts of your bodies overlapping. One hand held your leg while the other went to his dick, guiding it towards your cunt. Working forward, he filled his shaft into you. His legs pushed into yours as he kept coming closer.

He was going all the way in, seemingly wanting to find out how much you could take immediately. And he faced no resistance from you - your very sensitive body was so receptive to him, spawning appreciation for every sensation. His eyes were alight with excitement as he moved to get his hips pressed right up against you.

“Good girl, taking me so deep.” He purred. No longer needing his hand on his dick, he instead put it to your other leg. “You look just as fuckin’ amazing like this as I had imagined. I don’t even care that I can’t breed you a second time, I still wanna unload into you and mark that pussy up as my property, even more than it already is.”

In addition to feeling how his dick twitched between your walls, you could see the cracks in his façade that indicated how he wanted to lose control. His breath was coming in quicker, with less consistency. The way that his eyes had begun to dart all over your body hinted at how his thoughts were racing.

“Will you let me do that?” He asked.

You didn’t have the chance to answer before he was stunning you with a sudden jerking of his hips. It was more than you were ready for, your mouth falling uselessly open.

“Will you?” He asked, rocking back ever so slightly.

His hips snapping sharply into you surprised you all over again, evoking tingles through your body. As your breath halted, you forgot to answer him.

“Will you?” He repeated as he delivered another powerful jolt into your cunt.

You were more than ready to surrender to him, your chest swelling as your desires climbed higher. “Yes.” It was difficult to get your voice above a strained whisper right now. “Yessir.”

This was enough for him to set into a consistent tempo, his hands fiercely gripping your legs as he jackhammered his dick into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your cunt hugging tighter to him. Spellbound by everything that you were feeling, your body had begun to clench.

You were being stretched and pulled, it was all so overwhelming, in the best way possible. You let the fire build up inside of you.

At the feeling of his pointer finger resting on your stomach, you opened your eyes. He was staring down at it.

"What's in there?" He asked.

You arched your back, beginning to try meeting his bucks. “Your baby, Sir.”

“Yeah, because I got you good and pregnant, didn’t I?” He asked.

“So pregnant.”

Everything was coming at you so fast with no opportunity to gain your bearings. Your mind was filled with sparks of excitement, making it impossible for you to string together a coherent thought. All that you knew was to keep your hips in motion, needing to serve his desires.

You chased one intimidating collision after the other, knowing that you could fall apart at any second. You rocked your hips with him as he caressed his fingers across your developing belly.

This position gave him all of the control that he needed and he was soon finding the correct angle. You cried out in response to him snapping into your sweet spot. Your head slumped back and it felt like your legs were starting to go numb.

Your whimpers were coming in louder and more frequently as you faced the greatest threats to your composure. His passion possessed you as your own noises mixed with his breathy moans to fill your ears. Even with your eyes shut, you were hyper-aware of him, his presence imposing on you and never losing its importance.

As your sensitive walls clung to him, you felt the precum spilling into you, his tip driving in so deep with every determined movement. His fingernails were digging into the skin of your thighs as his tempo remained intact, just as dedicated to making you a ruin.

You cried out, your desperation taking you over, assuming dominance as everything else fell away. “Please, please…”

“What’s that, my little pet?” He asked.

“Need- gonna cuh-um, need you to-...” More words got stuck in your throat and your toes were curling. “Plea-please let me.” The rest came out as nonsense whines.

These transformed into ecstatic screams when he gave you the signifying slap on your ass. The walls were crashing down all around you and with a couple more thrusts, you secured the freedom of your orgasm.

He didn’t let you peacefully float away, still spanking you as he powered between your clenching walls. While you were slumping, he rocked forward, more of his weight pressing on your elevated legs. You were so small, trapped beneath his frenzied body and he was only getting closer. He strived to be buried in so deep, letting your cunt milk the orgasm out of him.

He reached his peak with a series of breathless cursing, his load shooting into you. He remained on top of you, still buried so deep. You secured some relief for yourself by lowering your legs, moving them to lie out on either side of him. You began to catch your breath, steadily coming down.

Finally he sat up a little, planting his hands on the mattress and extending his arms. But he didn't move much further away. You opened your eyes, seeing the way that he was hovering over you, observing you.

He drew a gasp out of you when he snapped his hips into you. You spasmed under him, your mouth hanging open.

Then he jerked into you again. You were kept suspended at this height, unable to prepare yourself for what he might do next.

Before you could calm down any, he gave another buck. His eyes were fixed on you, drinking in your responses as time slowly slipped by.

He licked his lips and rutted forward another time. "We need that cum real fuckin' deep, don't we? I don't want any of that to slip out." He jerked into you. "And you don't want to lose a single drop because you love it, don't you, huh?"

You writhed, tense as you remained on this edge. "Yes, I do, I love it, luh-love it."

"Because you're just a cumslut." He said with another controlled buck.

"Mm-hmm, I am, I am." You whimpered.

He gave you one last powerful thrust then started to pull away with a groan. Your mind felt fried as he moved to lay alongside you. You were shivering and your vision was filled with stars. You felt adrift from reality, not knowing how to come down yet.

"See, now you get it." He said, his voice gentle and you knew he would be in a good mood for a while. "Now you know what a mating press is. So when I say that's how I want to breed you, you'll understand what's coming for you, huh?"

You were still getting your breath back. "Yep, I understand now."

His hand stroked your arm. "Aw, look at you, little girl. Learning exhausts you, huh?"

"That's one way to put it." You said. The tingles were radiating through your body as you rolled onto your side, getting more comfortable, you didn't think it would take much for you to fall asleep.

"I suppose this is the best time to tell you that I have no idea where they put the clean linen." He said.

The yet-to-be-met they, Damiano's underlings, a group of vampires who did errands for him and kept all of his secrets. They had set up this new home for you. You didn't know their names, or how much they knew about you. You weren't sure you would like to meet them.

"Oh, uh, I'm sure I'll find the cupboard it's all in." You said, opening your eyes to look at him beside you. "I really like the apartment, thank you. I'm sure the baby is gonna like it too."

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-WEEK 21 -

"I can't believe you're not going to have a baby shower." Sebastian said. "Why not?"

This wasn't the first time your friend had brought this topic up with you. You were sitting out on your balcony, sharing tea. He had come to see you on his day off from work. He was the first visitor to your new apartment.

You screwed your face up in distaste for the idea. "It's too weird. My situationship got me pregnant. It's not like a typical setup and I'm gonna be answering the same questions over-and-over. I just don't think I'll have that much fun, it will be awkward more than anything else."

"But this is a big deal. We have to celebrate this." He said.

"Did you hear what I just said, like any of it?" You asked.

"No, no. But consider this, Sal and I already have a Pinterest board practically overflowing." He said, picking up his phone. "Check this out."

You squirmed in your seat. "Oh fuck, why can't I think of a pregnancy-related excuse to get me out of this?"

He placed the phone on the table in front of you. "Just look through it, go the whole way through it. And if nothing that you see looks like fun, then we won't do the baby shower."

You picked up your cup of tea, having a drink as you started to look at the screen. "How can Sal hope to plan a baby shower when she's in Bangladesh for the next five months?"

"'Cause it's not a Jane Austen novel and we can be in touch twenty-four-seven."

You didn't get through much of the curated ideas before he was grabbing your hand. A strange expression had come onto his face as his hand squeezed yours.

"Girl, we might need to call the cops." He said, keeping his voice low, his eyes fixed on the space behind you.

"Oh my God, what?" Your breath came in quicker and you wrapped an arm around your tummy.

"Some dude has just walked into your house." He said. "Did you lock the front door after I came in? I don't remem-..."

"Oh, that's Peter." You said upon glancing back over your shoulder and seeing the intruder in question.

It was a member of Damiano's undead entourage, whom you had met briefly before. Peter had been quite aloof then, and he didn't appear terribly happy to see you as you got up, approaching the door back into your apartment. You slid the door open and he met your eye, not faking a smile for even a fraction of a second.

He held up a small brown package for you to see. "Vitamins for you and the baby, before your current supply runs out."

"Oh, wow, thanks. I hadn't even realised I was getting low." You said - it was hard to keep track of all of the medications and vitamins you were beginning your days with.

He was walking through your apartment without hesitation. "I'll put them in the kitchen with the others."

Sebastian had gotten up from the table, sticking his head in the open doorway to look after the stranger. You stood in place, awkwardly frozen. You didn't yet know how to act around these vampires, should you fake it to make this setup seem less strange to Sebastian?

"Hello." He greeted, unafraid of drawing attention to himself.

"This is my best friend, Sebastian. Seb, this is Peter, he works with Damiano." You said.

Peter's face remained fixed in that bored expression. "Lovely to meet you."

"We were just having some tea, if you wanted to…" You didn't know what you were saying, it was a relief when he cut you off.

"I've got a bunch of other tasks that I simply have to get to." Peter said, sounding rehearsed.

"I'll see you later." You said, even though you didn't know when he would pop up next, that's how it was with the others, too.

"So nice to meet you." Sebastian said as Peter was departing. Sebastian was wearing what you recognised as his 'customer service smile'. But this faded in the same instant that the front door shut after Peter. "Who the Hell was that, Peter who?"

You shrugged as you walked over, making sure the door was locked. You didn't know exactly how to describe this person without bringing up too many questions, you had to keep the vampirism under wraps. "Well I don't know his last name. But he's an assistant, or whatever. I don't have much to do with him, there's a lot of people who orbit around Damiano and all that stuff."

"Right." Sebastian said thoughtfully as he crossed his arms. "How many people have a key to this apartment?"

"I have no idea." You said.

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-WEEK 22 - 

You hadn't been able to stop staring at your copy of the sonogram images since leaving the medical practice. Through the whole drive home. And during the elevator ride up once in your building - this was how it had escaped your notice that your level was being passed, Damiano had selected the number for his floor. With him in your corner vision, you simply began walking, following at his side.

You barely acknowledged that you were inside his penthouse because it didn't matter much to you in this moment. You gazed at the photo of the foetus as if you worried someone was on the verge of snatching it from you, so you needed to memorise all of the details now. You tried to imagine the size of the head you were looking at. You studied the positions of the limbs.

Everyday your baby got realer, not an abstract concept, or a far-off idea. And now you were looking at her.

"She's perfect." Damiano said, standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, staring at the image with you. "Did you hear the doctor say that part, cara? Or were you just too distracted by all your little ideas for a daughter?"

You smiled as his hands moved onto your belly. You had been waiting to find out the gender of your child, ready for this aspect to get to know them better. Now you knew what colour blankets to imagine them wrapped in when you were holding them in your arms. And so many other plans.

"I heard that part." You said.

His lips were on your cheek, tender and slow. "You're growing a perfectly healthy baby for me."

"A daughter." You said. You knew he didn't need to be reminded but you couldn't resist the urge to say it, say what was stuck in your head.

"Daughter."

"Are you happy that we're having a girl?" You asked.

"Mm-hmm. She's going to be the most precious, pretty, pampered princess of a baby girl to ever exist. Think of all the adorable little outfits, think of all those sparkles." He said.

You were beaming as you turned your face to look at him. "It's gonna be so cute."

"She's gonna redefine cute."

You were feeling full of tingles and the smile was still stuck on your face, he was smiling back. You started to lean in and he met you in the middle, kissing you with his arms firmly around you. One kiss melted into another and you were turning around to face him. You were dazzled by how these kisses lingered, how he was letting you indulge.

You wanted to bottle this feeling to have it forever. Euphoria like this was rare for you, it was so powerful yet so pure. You weren't anticipating when it would crash down and shatter all around you. You wondered if it would be like this once your daughter was born - would you be giddy, living in a different state of mind to what you had assumed was your permanent home?

Right now it felt like no darkness could touch you and you wanted to bask in this sunlight with him. 

You were chest-to-chest with him, taking a pause for air. You saw the way he was looking into your eyes, you felt the way he was holding you - you began to kiss him again. Your hand moved to the back of his neck, your other still clutched to the photo, held between your two bodies.

The heat grew until he was taking you towards the bedroom. Your hand grasped keenly to his, you were accelerating together. You placed the picture down on the bedside table, then joined him on the mattress. Your lips crashed against one another as hands started to explore bodies, pushing under clothes.

"My little pet." He said before swiping his tongue between your lips. "Let me see your wonderfully breedable body." He gave your top lip a suck then pulled back a little.

You grabbed for the bottom of your stretchy dress, shedding it swiftly. His hands reached around you, his fingers going for the clasp of your bra. Your heart skipped and fluttered as you pushed your hands in under his shirt, your fingers discovering that tattooed skin. He took your bra off before you hastily removed his shirt.

Kneeling before each other on the bed, you shared more rushed kisses. You put a hand to the back of his head, wanting to keep him where he was as you tapped into more desires. Your tongue pushed into his mouth as his hands were exploring across so much bare skin. You weren’t surprised when he applied his palm to the side of your protruding tummy, his fingers caressing you here.

He further proved how gentle he could be, his fingers gliding down the length of your spine. As he tenderly rubbed along this natural line, you couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of tingles. Your body felt so appreciated in his hands, only adding to the dreamy happiness inside of you.

Your tongue slid and massaged against his, the hunger spreading out even further. His hand moved lower than your back, his firm fingers arriving upon your butt. You flicked your tongue up, repeatedly dragging it across the roof of his mouth. At the same time he grabbed your cheek, squeezing at a spot still concealed by your panties.

You slowly separated from his mouth when you felt him guiding the waistband down. You didn’t resist this action, putting a little distance between your bodies to make the process easier for him. Once he had the lingerie around your knees, you shifted your positioning. You leaned forward, reaching for the panties with one hand and bracing yourself with the other.

“Actually, stay like that for a minute, could you?” He said before you could pull your knees out of the leg holes.

You were confused as you paused, looking at him for more information. He had moved over, sitting at your side. He kept his hands to himself, for the moment it was his eyes doing the exploring.

“Fuck, that’s perfect. Look at the curve of your belly.” He said, his eyes going back-and-forth on how your tummy was freely hanging. “That’s art. It might be better than any art I’ve seen before.”

You were flattered, starting to border on feeling embarrassed - he could make this too much in less than a second. You tried to not move around more than what was necessary, not wanting to disrupt his viewing as you took the panties entirely off. You kept your knees on the bed, lying your palms down again.

“I just can’t get over how sexy your body is like this.” He said, his fingers ghosting over your skin. “And I get to enjoy it for another five months? I want to put you on a pedestal so I can admire you like a statue.” You could feel the blush in your cheeks and the motion of his other hand got your attention a little. “But at the same time, I also want to… looking at you like this, it makes me want to…”

You had been keeping quiet, worried of how inarticulate you would sound compared to him. But that went away now. “Fuck?”

He nodded, showing you one of his big grins, the type where his lower lip curled temporarily out of sight. “Yeah. You don’t even have to move for me, I’ll just move around here and…”

He moved out of your line of sight, placing himself behind your elevated ass. You lowered your elbows down to the bed, gaining more support for yourself as you awaited his next move.

You felt one of his hands grab your hip, the fingers clenched as an indication of his lust. The next thing you felt were his bare thighs pressing up against the backs of your legs.

His other hand directed his cock to your cunt. You felt the firmness of his tip press against your entrance. But he didn’t go inside at once. He rubbed himself on your opening, teasing you as well as coating himself in your slippery essence.

“This body was made for breeding.” He said, starting to stretch your walls apart, his member plunging into you.

You licked your lips as the eager heat crept through more of your system. You reminded yourself of the importance of patience, holding your body still because you needed to be obedient for him.

His body weight eased into yours and he grabbed your other hip with that same determined grip. Your walls parted to take him in as deep as he liked, inches disappearing all at once. Then he retracted a bit, rocking back on his knees. Instantly he plunged forward again, moving in even deeper, making your breath hitch.

“Fuck, how am I supposed to hold back when you look like this?” He asked, releasing your hips so he could run his hands up-and-down your sides. Potentially, his touch lingered a little longer on the sides of your belly.

“Don’t.” You said as you looked over your shoulder at him. “Don’t hold back.”

“Oh that’s right, cara. How could I be so stupid to forget that I can treat you like a slut?” He said.

He grinded against your ass, his hands still caressing your curves. You were nicely settling into this feeling of being full. Your cunt had conformed to his shape.

When his hands drifted back down to your hips, he held them, making them his focus point as his exploring concluded. You saw the eager look on his face, the corners of his lips curved upwards as he swung his hips back. He pulled on your hips, dragging you back at the same time as he worked himself forward again. This gave you the most exciting collision yet, and you writhed against him, enjoying the way this had a ripple effect through your body.

He didn’t wait to strike himself into you again, burying himself deep for a fleeting moment. He started to move consistently, establishing the pace of fucking. As he did this, you felt him pulling and angling your hips. You didn’t need any further invitation to start moving your body with him. You rocked your hips, picking up the momentum he was building.

Working together saw you tapping into a faster speed. The collisions were coming in rapidly and with a heightened intensity. You jolted into him with all of the strength that you had, feeling the pull of chaos as the desire to abandon everything but lust grew greater.

The relentless stroking of his cock was shepherding new sensitivities into your body. The walls of your pussy were clenching harder as a result, keen to gain even more from the current stimulation. And this squeezing raised his excitement, prompting him to rut into you even quicker.

It was dazzling, yet daunting at the same time. The energy inside of you was all-consuming, beginning to drown out the majority of your thoughts. Your body didn’t stop moving, feeling seconds of clarity when he got closer to your sweet spot.

As you let him continue to guide you, your hands clenched around the bedsheets, reflecting the tension rising inside you. His hands were so tight on your hips that you thought he could leave bruises if he kept this up for too long. But you didn’t raise this concern with him. Because you weren’t thinking about it for long. You weren’t thinking of much, all of your concentration was going towards your goal of keeping up with him. You worked to meet his every buck, keeping in motion as the lust demanded.

“Oh.” He loudly moaned as he plunged in deep enough for his balls to hit your ass.

It took your breath away, wanting to devastate you immediately. Even as your body trembled, because you were up on that edge of too much, you made yourself keep going. Stopping wasn’t an option so you thrusted with him repeatedly.

“Fuck.” Your whine was somewhat muffled as you buried your face into the bed.

You went completely brainless when you felt him ram into your sweet spot. You grinded your butt back, lengthening this moment of perfection. Your walls spasmed in response to this powerful stimulation and you started to feel the extra warmth of his precum being massaged into you.

He didn’t rest here, seeking out more than just bottoming out. He returned to his speed, his jackhammering losing some of its smoothness - but that power was maintained.

“Please.” You whined, fixated on the concept of falling apart.

But he was distracted by the view of his own finish line, no notice given to your climax.

“That’s it darling, that’s it. Ah, tha… ah-hm.” He moaned, more of his cum leaking into you.

His movements grew jerkier as he started to consistently paint the inside of you. That driving pace was abandoned as he sought for your clenching pussy to take him to completion.

You squirmed through the neverending overwhelming sensations. Your arms were shuddering wildly, an involuntary side effect of the pressure in your body. You had clenched your jaw as holding your orgasm back started to feel like a physical effort.

He was flooding into your cunt, sputtering ecstatic nonsense. The freedom he was experiencing felt so far from you, it was almost cruel.

But you wouldn’t accuse him of this. If you were going to give your voice to anything currently, it would be to beg him.

But that didn’t prove to be necessary. Before his climax had totally faded out, he delivered the spank on your ass that gave you permission to surrender to your own release. Feeling the sharp slap brought to your mind the image of a match being struck to bring a flame.

And that was how you felt: consumed by fire as the climax hit you on so many levels. Your cunt spasmed around him and you were elated to let it all go.

The way that he still writhed against you kept this from being a short climax. You could fully indulge, disappearing into the perfection. His tip was rubbing into what felt like every available spot, as if he didn’t want a single sensitivity to be overlooked. Or else he was just lengthening the time that he got to spend between your fluttering walls. Either way, there was no reason for you to protest.

As soon as it was over, the sense of exhaustion dominated you. The adrenaline fled from your body. You started to lie down instantly after feeling him pull away from you.

You only paid a brief amount of attention to him as you felt him lying down next to you. You concentrated on catching your breath, not caring that he wasn’t going to initiate any hint of tender touching.

“I would like to say that I don’t know what came over me.” He said. “That cliché that kind of lets me play the gentleman for a second or two. But we both know what came over me.”

“Yeah, you’ve totally given up on trying to hide, or even being subtle, about your breeding kink.” You said.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked.

“I don’t think you’re gonna hear me complain, I’m still getting off.” You said.

“I feel the need to compliment you lately.” He said and you noticed that he had rolled over closer to you. “And some compliments have a lot of words, but others have no words.”

You nodded, unsure of what he wanted you to say. You were getting distracted by the look in his eyes.

You didn’t shy away from the way that he caressed your cheek, redirecting your face so that you were looking more directly at him. You lifted your head from the pillow, meeting his lips.

You liked when he surprised you like this, giving you more affection than you would expect from him.

He was relentless with his kisses, giving you no time to catch your breath. You worked to keep up with him as his body came in closer, his arms encircling you. His energy clearly conveyed without a word, it seemed he had some unspent lust to offer you.

Your senses were dominated by him again, and you didn't think to resist. You just enjoyed how both of his lips felt massaging your top lip. He eased himself on top of you and you found how easy it was to fall into sync with him again.

He introduced motion by slowly grinding his hips on yours. You wrapped your arms around him and he let you enjoy more of this intimacy. He had time for you, you didn’t feel that he was about to kick you out, deciding he was done with you. For now, you were important to him and you savoured the feeling without question.

You parted your legs, allowing him more space to get comfortable in his current position. As he kept up his slow but purposeful grinding, you began to notice that he was erect again. At first the shaft was just brushing against you, then it was rubbing. You encouraged him without breaking the kiss, instead sliding your tongue into his mouth. You massaged your tongue against his and it seemed that he applied extra pressure with his body in response.

He adjusted the angle of his hips, and his hard dick resting on you got even more noticeable. Your thoughts were coming in faster and you were trying to guess what you should prepare for.

He didn’t leave you waiting in anticipation for very long. As his tip started to work you open, you felt like you could melt again. He pulled back from your lips with a gasp and you kept your eyes shut, concentrating purely on how it felt to have him moving deeper into you. The more that your cunt was filled, the more your entire body was filled with that warm and tingle-infused aroused heat.

“Preziosa…” He sighed and he sounded so pleased with you already. He bowed his head down to your neck, kissing you here as you steadily adjusted to having him inside again. Your already sensitive cunt fluttering around his length.

Your heart rate quickly picked up speed, because having his lips on your throat reminded you of having his fangs in the same spot.

But no pain came. Instead of biting you, his energy was going to how his hips were moving. He was establishing the best pacing to stroke into your cunt, tapping into a consistency that you found a lot of enjoyment in.

He got settled, finding a range of movement that he could maintain. His rutting gained more confidence and power, his body colliding with yours with greater impact.

As he was rocking down into you, you felt the pressure spreading to your clitoris. The nerve-endings so ready to have something to react to. The heat in you increased and your muscles keenly began to tense again.

You held onto him tighter, surrendering into the lust with all of the energy that you did have. When you started to move your goal wasn’t to match him. You were just writhing to see how much better you could make all of this feel. The effort immediately gave you results. You rode this exciting escalation, the pleasure going straight to your head, and there were no concerns of coming down too soon.

You could keep yourself in motion, dedicating yourself to the same peak that he was driven toward. You had begun to tremble, both inside and out. These only got more noticeable with each time you met his thrusts.

Your efforts were marked by whines and you were desperate to keep going, to keep feeling that friction between your bodies. Your clitoral hood was throbbing with need and you could see sparks flying in the darkness behind your eyelids.

He maintained his role as the leader, picking up speed with how fast he plunged between your sensitive walls. His kisses were starting to become punctuated by loud gasps, his breath currently failing him. But he didn’t try to change this. Instead he just kept striking his hips against you and expected you to not fall too far behind.

He was panting as he spoke, capturing all of your attention. “Little girl.” When you opened your eyes, you found that he had lifted his head so he could look down at you. His eyes burned with intensity, fixed on the reactions playing across your face. He could watch you without compromising on his relentless pacing, the thrusts coming in seemingly automatically.

“Can you take it?” He asked. “Can you take me?”

You moved your hands to his taut shoulders, feeling like you needed extra help to keep yourself somewhat grounded - losing yourself would be so easy. “Yes, yes, yea- um, but I’m- I think that I’m getting close.”

He wore a smile as he brushed strands of your hair away from your forehead. “Aw, is it feeling a little too good for you?” He placed both of his palms on the mattress and straightened his arms, holding his torso away from yours. Below your waist, he remained very close. He grinded down, giving you an intense pressure, which made you shake with even more power. You thought he knew exactly what he was doing, the turmoil he was inflicting on you.

“Are you having so much fun that you could come?” He asked, spending a little longer at the greatest depth before rocking back to resume his fast thrusting.

“Mm, mm-hm.” You feebly responded.

“But I’m not done fucking this pussy yet, no where near close to done.” He said. “There’s still so much fun for me to have.”

You shut your eyes because you needed some respite from the intensity that his stare created. “Yes, you don’t have to stop, but please don’t make me try to hold it back, please.”

He didn’t have any response to this desperate request - it was unusual for him to be at a loss for words. As he kept going without falter, you tried to figure out if he was ignoring you. Or maybe the words had only sounded loud to your ears.

You opened your eyes. “Sir?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.”

“So…please?”

“I’ll think about it.” He said before he brought his lips to yours.

You feebly kissed him back, your continued efforts making you whine and sigh. You couldn’t balance yourself out, his every quick movement only drawing your attention to how frayed your nerves felt.

“Please?” You tried again, unable to concentrate on kissing him while everything around you wanted to fall down. “Please, Sir? Please?” There was an amused look on his face but he didn’t say anything back. “Please, please.”

You kept begging, even as you tried a new approach - because maybe there was a certain amount of times he wanted to hear you say it.

You hoped the key to your climax was to make him come. Your cunt squeezed him tight and you attempted to match his jackhammering, giving him more friction.

“Fuck.” He burst out.

There was a brief disruption in his momentum, his hips stuttering then he dropped his speed altogether. You held your breath as you waited, watching how he squeezed his eyes shut.

But you didn’t experience that sensation of his essence filling into your cunt. You kept repeating your pleas, holding yourself as still as him as you remained so aware of that unbelievable edge.

Then he let out a sigh and the muscles in his arms flexed. When you saw him start to smile, you knew this pause was reaching its end and you didn’t know how you were going to cope with what would come next. He opened his eyes and they were just as focused and dark as before.

There was no time given to warming back up to movement, he simply readjusted his body weight and got back to the same reckless speed. You were tender in every inch of your body and your first reaction was to remain still. You were too overwhelmed to know how to move, even the automatic and instinctual movements felt like too much for you. Each pound from him stunned you all over again.

You shut your eyes again, wild tremors dominating your body. It felt like you had been positioned at the top of a rushing waterfall, then told you couldn’t get swept away by the water, but your only assistance outside of your body was a single piece of rope. This challenge felt impossible and there was only so much you could take, you just kept feeling weaker.

“Please, please…” You never stopped saying it, never stopped looking forward to when you got to surrender. “Please Sir, please…”

Each of his powerful ruts into you was a new reason to fall apart, every time you felt the widespread effects. Your pussy spasmed as you went far beyond the point of overstimulated.

The rushing waterfall wanted to sweep you away and you simply wanted to let go of the rope. You were ready to surge into the conclusion.

“Tuh…” You spat out the first syllable through shivering lips. You weren’t happy as you tried again. “Tea-...”

He struck your ass before you could properly begin to say your safe word. You were ecstatic, releasing the rope and letting everything go at once.

You writhed up into his jerking body as you were crushed by the pleasure. You squealed, so thrilled by the relief. Your walls contracted around his shaft, gripping him, even as it felt like your pussy was going to go numb.

You were aware of the sensation of his skin on yours for another moment or so, then every other experience was drowned out by your climax. You lost all awareness, moving into the perfection. It was like a pure white light, streaming into you and keeping you from needing anything else.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Your own voice reached your ears first, but you didn’t know how long you had been saying this. You bit your bottom lip, silencing yourself as consciousness began to trickle back in.

You were given the luxury of time to recover as everything was mostly still around you. He kept himself inside of you but his speedy pumps were paused, for the moment he wasn’t trying to get any further reactions out of you. You appreciated his patience as your other grand reactions had time to play themselves out.

Your mouth was so dry and your lungs were stinging a little, you thought the tiredness from this exertion would last for a while. But you smiled as you began to open your eyes. Because mainly what you were feeling was satisfaction, on each conceivable level.

He was watching you, a bit of distance between your bodies. His smile had faded slightly, but he didn’t appear displeased. He was just waiting - it felt practically chivalrous.

“Damiano…” You sighed, draping your arms around the back of his neck. You didn’t have a complete sentence to tell him, there weren’t any coherent thoughts for you to share.

Your mind was just a flurry of happiness. You felt justified for all of your earlier euphoria and you easily identified him as the source.

You adored the way you were feeling - and by association, him. You would be so content to pretend that no other emotions existed.

“Thank you. I really needed to just come…” You said, not sure if you were making much sense because your mind remained a giddy mess. You kissed him on the cheek, deciding to keep it simple. “Thank you.”

“Yes, I’m very kind, letting you come before I was ready to.” He said.

“I couldn’t help it.” You said, feeling so exposed. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to me.” He said. “Get on top and finish me, honey.”

“Okay.” You said, simply deciding that you were going to get your second wind right now.

There was a sense of duty that got you moving straight away. But you had your own interests in prolonging this pleasure (even if you didn’t think another orgasm was actually attainable for you). You wanted to nurture and preserve this mood, to stay in this happy space with him.

He moved out of you and rolled over, lying flat on his back. There was still a noticeable shake in your limbs as you got yourself into this new position. It took a little extra effort to move your body (the possibility of saying your safe word to make everything stop was still present in your mind).

But you started to see the remaining potential in how hard he still was. The shaft was shiny with your cum, marking him down to his balls. His own cum was visible by a couple of beads at the tip. You settled yourself on top of him and he ran his hands up-and-down your sides, showing you how receptive to his touch you still were.

You could already feel a quiver in your cunt as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It throbbed in your hand and his chest expanded around an eager inhale. You tensed your thighs and lifted your butt from his legs. His eyes were on your cunt as you started to get it lined up.

You sank down onto him and it was instantly inescapable how sensitive your cunt still was. You shook harder and the ecstasy rushed through you.

“Oh.” You gasped as you moved him deeper into you, your pussy pulsing as it parted for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you attempted to compose yourself. You didn’t want to get lost too quickly. You settled your body weight onto him, supporting yourself with your knees on either side of his hips.

Before you could get any false perceptions in your head about how much control you currently had, he started to work himself up into you. At once he showed you the speed that he wanted and you knew your only job would be to not fall off of him.

These sensations ripped through you, getting right to your core. Your gut tightened and you knew there would be no composing yourself now.

His hands had stopped roaming up-and-down your sides, now he was focused on gripping you at your hips. You were feeling more of his power as he established a consistent tempo.

“You have to tell me if you get close again.” He said.

“Mm-hmm, I will Sir.” You rushed to respond.

He was soaring into you, finding the tempo to take him into that next realm of pleasure. He rutted with an energy that you couldn’t even hope to match. Your body was rocked, your breath getting so short as you rocketed from one intense sensation to the next. It was a daunting rise, but you knew that stopping now would be devastating.

You leaned your body weight back and tilted your pelvis, allowing him to explore an alternate angle. This didn’t affect his speed, plunging into you as easily as before. You needed a little extra help, reaching behind you to grab his leg as you gripped him tighter with your thighs. Your other hand went to the side, gathering the bedsheets into your fist.

One of his hands relocated, lying on your swollen belly with the fingers splayed out. His other hand stayed on your hip, the fingernails digging into your skin as he refused to relax his hold. He kept on using your body to get exactly what he needed.

You writhed, going with the feeling of his lust possessing you. You couldn’t go as fast as him, but moving still felt good, subtle shifts contributing to the revelations that came from his tip colliding with your g-spot. You felt like a more active contributor, your body indulging in this unrelenting tempo.

You felt his cum splashing into your cunt and at the same time his legs flinched and shook. He gasped, his hips jutting up higher in a serious threat to your balance.

“Ah, uh- ah.” He cried out, giving one last pump into you, then your walls were being soaked.

You let all of your own tension go, relaxing now that the struggle to stay on top of him was over. His body slumped back onto the mattress as he noisily tried to catch his breath, moans occasionally punctuating this effort.

Even as everything slowed to a still and settled around you, it felt like his orgasm was ringing in your ears. The intensity didn’t simply vanish, it would gradually fade away, leaving the room little-by-little.

Reality was creeping back in, but there was still a beautiful glow that you observed. Maybe he was feeling something similar because he seemed content to remain in this moment with you. When you climbed off of him, he rolled over to face where you lay, placing his hand on your belly. You felt like you were allowed to get comfortable, your eyelids starting to flutter.

“I have more girl names picked out than boys.” You said, your mind naturally going back to the sonogram image as he caressed your pregnant bump.

He gave a little laugh, but it wasn’t condescending and you got your hopes up that he was going to allow you some pillow-talk. “Look at that, you manifested it, huh?”

“You haven’t mentioned any names yet.” You said.

“Darling, I have met someone with literally every name that exists, none of them are new or unique or exciting to me. I have some that I would love to never hear again and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get named anything unfortunate.” He said.

“Is Desdemona on your hate list?” You asked.

He paused and you began preparing yourself to be cut down (and probably mocked). “No. I actually think that’s pretty, it isn’t too typical.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, at all. I kind of like that her initials will be DD like mine.” He said.

“If you change your mind or anything, that’s okay because I’m not, like, married to the idea. It’s not like I’ve had this name picked my whole life.” You said.

“Alright, we can use it as a placeholder. And we still have four more months to make up our minds about what her name must be.” He said.

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Who Is He? TikTok Famous Rockstar Spotted Kissing With Mysterious Guy

Lestat de Lioncourt's boy/girlfriends and current and past relationships have been hot topics of conversation ever since the release of his debut single 'Let me be your slave'. Now he has been spotted leaving the after-show party of his concert in London with an unidentified man. The pair were filmed together in a clip posted to TikTok, kissing and holding hands. Lestat "The Vampire'' de Lioncourt sported a red shirt and white leather shorts paired with a blue glitter bralette, revealing his midriff. Meanwhile, the unknown man in an all-black outfit with pink sneakers.

But who is the green-eyed beauty with the dashing smile?

Rumors say he is a private businessman from Dubai. Meanwhile Lestat - famous for his heartbreaking ballads like 'Claudia's Lament' and 'NOLA Blues' - won't confirm or deny any speculations about his relationship-status.

[nicelytousled]

Rockstar Lestat is great but really my favourite part about all that is his band mates perspective. Like some weird blonde french guy with freaky eyes who you never see in the daytime scouts your band and throws a bunch of money at you as long as he can write and sing lead vocals for all your songs, which are all about vampires and his whole gimick is pretending to be a vampire, and you're wildly successful with him so you go on tour but in the middle of the tour he goes missing and you never see or hear from him ever again

[northerngreen]

Look if lestat and his band aren't dressing like maneskin next season what the fuck is the point

I mean come the fuck on the material is right there

[puntointerrogativo]

I think my ideal Rockstar!Era Lestat lives somewhere at the intersection of these two vibes

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

Ok, so, hear me out.

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