When his master kissed him, his mouth tasted of his own blood - sharp and metallic as the blade of a knife.
The vampires’ enjoyment of his squirming excitement was evident in how they stroked him, teased him with their lips and fingers, their palms pressed firmly against his hot skin. Fakhir’s mouth was on him, his throat wet and dark. He could hear her heart, an animal made feral on the taste of his blood, beating fiercely against the cage of her ribs. Her soft moan buzzed through his skin. It was as much praise as it was an expression of fierce delight.
There was a shift of the skin against his skin and Tariq, a sleek, black snake in the dark, took his aroused flesh in his hand and took him hungrily in his mouth. He rolled his tongue along his cock, savoring the salt of his arousal. His mouth was hot and wet with his eagerness to devour him. His hands claimed his thighs, as though he had to be held down as the vampire greedily, thoroughly sucked him.
Fakhir’s tongue was burr-rough on his neck. She pulled away reluctantly, her mouth stained dark. Her eyes were hot embers in the shadow.
For a moment, she was still, though he could still feel how her blood-fed heart kept quick time in her chest. She gently turned his head aside, and he once more tasted his blood on another’s lips as she pressed them indulgently to his mouth. Her teeth were sharp.
“Merci beaucoup,” she murmured, her voice husky and rich in her throat.
Tariq, though rather preoccupied, found the boy’s hand and entwined his fingers with his as Fakhir bent to kiss the dark wound at his throat. The shiver that flickered through her at the taste of his blood seemed to pass also to her companion. There was a delicious, aching tremble as he drew Fabien once more into the heat of his mouth.
The vampires’ enjoyment of his squirming excitement was evident in how they stroked him, teased him with their lips and fingers, their palms pressed firmly against his hot skin. Fakhir’s mouth was on him, his throat wet and dark. He could hear her heart, an animal made feral on the taste of his blood, beating fiercely against the cage of her ribs. Her soft moan buzzed through his skin. It was as much praise as it was an expression of fierce delight.
There was a shift of the skin against his skin and Tariq, a sleek, black snake in the dark, took his aroused flesh in his hand and took him hungrily in his mouth. He rolled his tongue along his cock, savoring the salt of his arousal. His mouth was hot and wet with his eagerness to devour him. His hands claimed his thighs, as though he had to be held down as the vampire greedily, thoroughly sucked him.
Fakhir’s tongue was burr-rough on his neck. She pulled away reluctantly, her mouth stained dark. Her eyes were hot embers in the shadow.
For a moment, she was still, though he could still feel how her blood-fed heart kept quick time in her chest. She gently turned his head aside, and he once more tasted his blood on another’s lips as she pressed them indulgently to his mouth. Her teeth were sharp.
“Merci beaucoup,” she murmured, her voice husky and rich in her throat.
Tariq, though rather preoccupied, found the boy’s hand and entwined his fingers with his as Fakhir bent to kiss the dark wound at his throat. The shiver that flickered through her at the taste of his blood seemed to pass also to her companion. There was a delicious, aching tremble as he drew Fabien once more into the heat of his mouth.