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A Sweaty, Strained Escape Attempt
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2025-07-29 00:10:27
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Damned Straight to Heaven Something More than a Hate Fuck... Like Hell Would I Admit That.
NickI undo Christian’s pants with forceful insistence, and the fucker dares laugh at me. “Can’t help but fuck with me, huh, Nicorati?” “I told you. You didn’t take enough.” I wanted him to suck out whole pints of my blood until I fucking blacked out, free of this torment, this need. So long as I have blood pressure enough to keep this cock rising, it will not quiet down. Not until I give it a fucking outlet.I unbuckle my own trousers, drawing out my dick. He puts a hand on my chest. “Wait.” My eyes flare with impatience. “All your talk of fucking--” “Not stop. Just wait,” he entices. He sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, until they are good and wet. I stare at him in rapt and jittery study, as he draws those fingers out from between his lips in a trailing line of saliva and inserts them right up inside his rectum. “Ha.” It’s like watching someone jerking off in front of me. That look in his eyes, how dark that sultry gray shades as he works his way up and around
Damned Straight to Heaven My Request for this Thirsty Prick
NickChristian may be calm for the moment, but I’m tense as a live wire. I cannot stay pinned face down with his lips (and teeth) resting in the crook of my neck and his crotch flush against my backside, not for one more minute. “Look, I gotta… I’m gonna try to turn around.”“Alright.” It’s more than a little difficult. He backs away as far as possible, but the second his back hits the wardrobe doors, I see the panic returning to his eyes. I pull him back up against me. “Fuck it. This was supposed to make us both more…” I swallow. “Comfortable.” He holds my eyes. There’s no crimson glow of hunger to his gaze, but there’s a different sort of craving burning clear for me to see. He rests his hands against my chest. “This is quite comforting,” he murmurs, “but…” His eyes drift down to my half-hard dick pushing up between his thighs, and he can’t seem to help his lurid grin. “It does not appear to be helping your problem.” I shift my weight, telling myself it’s a move away from him, d
Damned Straight to Heaven Trapped in this Make-Shift Coffin with Tensions Rising
NickChristian’s tongue dips back inside my clothing, dragging along the other claw mark in my shoulder. I want to be pissed, but instead I have to bite back my groan. I am fucking consumed with attraction for this demon. "Gonna bite me now, you fucker?" "No," he exhales. "I just needed to curb my appetite. Now the bleeding's stopped, and I am fully capable of abstaining from further indulgence for however long we remain..." His hand goes back to the wall, fingers clenching until the wood groans with strain. "Trapped." I catch his hand again on instinct, and he lets loose a heavy exhale. I crane my neck to catch his stare, and see that sure enough the crimson has already faded from his eyes, leaving him looking nothing like a demon. Even that brief and gentle tonguing was hardly the act of a demon. It was just a brief moment of weakness amidst rigid self-control from a predator with the scent of fresh flowing blood in his nostrils. Now he's right back to wide-eyed fragility, acting
Damned Straight to Heaven Pinned Down in Tight Quarters, and This Vampire Ain't Behaving Like He's 'Sposed to
NickChristian grabs my wrist and hauls me through the door of the nearest hotel suite. The cloud of feral, demonic bats with the heads and bare breasts of women start clawing at the other side of that portal in an instant. It’s already starting to splinter.“Where the fuck did they come from?” My first actual theory is that Christian summoned them somehow in order to cover his escape, so I can’t go tracking him to his next lair. But if that’s the case, why did he haul me in here? Why is he pacing like this is a serious problem and threat to him--? A tiny, clawed hand punches straight through the door, and I do not have time to fucking think about this. The first of the demons is already contorting its way through that opening. It doesn’t go for me. It goes for Christian. He dodges to the side and drives it face-first into the floor, shattering its skull. Though the undead body is still twitching, clawed hands reaching up toward the vampire glaring down at it in icy disdain. I yan
Damned Straight to Heaven Back in the Mind of the Riled-up Mobster Who's Been Chained Up Naked For an Entire Fucking Day!
Nick Christian’s standing by a curtained window, posed like he’s able to see straight through the drapes and off into the distance. I don’t question what the fuck he might be thinking about while he’s looking all pained and melancholic. I can’t see his eyes, and I don’t fucking want to. He’s right between me and the door to the stairwell – the only path out of this crumbling deathtrap of a hotel. And hell, he needs to die anyway. I can’t grip anything in my mutilated left side, not now, with its freshly dislocated thumb. I’m out of bullets though, so single-handed stab with a sanctified stake is my only option here. I just need to get right up behind him, while he’s distracted, still dazed and sleepy from that dose of sunlight earlier-- “I know you lost your James in no less painful a manner, my Nico.” The words stop me dead in my tracks, and I can’t help but snap a retort, “The fuck you talking about?” “So crass,” he chuckles. He turns boldly to face me, and I shift into a fight
Damned Straight to Heaven My First Love, and My First Flawless Oral Experience
ChristianI was watching Edmond, for longer and longer each day after he was assigned to his work detail. I would do my required daily readings out on the porch, just so I could look at him. Those broad shoulders, that bare back rippling with muscle... The sun did not inflame and redden his flesh as it would my own delicate complexion. He was a beautiful walnut brown, and oh, how he glistened: standing bathed in the sunlight and practically glowing. And when he would notice me watching, and lift his hand in simple wave, giving that white-toothed smile…I felt what I expect I was supposed to feel when my father sent those older women to my bedroom, or to bathe me, the ones I politely turned aside with offers to sit and pray together for a few hours instead. Some were relieved by that, some disappointed, but no matter how pretty they were, I knew they were my father’s possessions in truth. And on a deeper level, I knew there was something… sick about the pressured act. I arrogantly beli
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