LOGINHe pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum start to leak out of me."Don't move." He reaches for a box of tissues and cleans me with surprising gentleness. "I want to do a post-coital examination."I laugh weakly. "You're still pretending this is medical?""I'm thorough in all things." He helps me onto my back again. "Let me see."I spread my legs and he positions himself between them, looking at my used pussy with open appreciation. He slides two fingers inside me, pushing his cum back in."Your vaginal tissue shows no signs of trauma despite the vigorous examination." He pumps his fingers slowly. "Some swelling, but that's to be expected.""Dr. Cross..." I'm getting aroused again despite the exhaustion. "Evan. What are we doing?""I'm conducting a comprehensive sexual health assessment." He finds my g-spot and presses. "And you're responding beautifully.""I meant... what happens when I leave this room? What is this between us?"He withdraws his fingers and looks at me properly for the
He returns to his position between my legs, but something has shifted.The pretense of clinical detachment is slipping. His eyes are darker now, hungrier. He's still wearing the white coat, still has the gloves on, but the doctor act is wearing thin. I can see the outline of his erection through his dress pants."For the next phase of the examination, I need to assess your response to penetrative stimulation." He says it like he's reading from a textbook, but his voice has dropped an octave. "This will allow me to evaluate your vaginal elasticity and internal sensitivity. It's a standard procedure.""Is this really necessary?" My voice doesn't sound convincing even to me."Absolutely necessary." He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. "I'll be using a medical-grade instrument for this portion of the exam."He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. It's thick, hard, and definitely not a medical instrument. The sight of it makes my pussy clench involuntarily."Dr.
The receptionist hands me a clipboard and tells me to fill out the new patient forms.I'm only here because my insurance changed and my old gynecologist doesn't take my new plan. Dr. Cross came highly recommended. Top ratings online. Clean office. Available appointments. Everything seemed perfect on paper.I fill out my medical history and try not to think about the fact that a stranger is about to see me naked from the waist down."Paige?" A nurse appears in the doorway. "The doctor will see you now."She leads me to an exam room and hands me a paper gown. "Everything off from the waist down. The doctor will be with you shortly."I undress and sit on the exam table, the paper crinkling under me. The room is cold. Clinical. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. I pull the gown tighter and wait.The door opens and Dr. Cross walks in.He's not what I expected. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp jawline, eyes that seem to see right through me. He's wearing a white coat over a dr
He carries me to a bed I hadn't noticed before, hidden in the shadows behind the throne. Black satin sheets. Black brocade canopy. A bed fit for a vampire's bride.He lays me down gently, almost tenderly, and positions himself over me. His cock is still hard, still cold, pressing against my entrance again."This is the last time you'll feel warmth." His hand cups my face. "The last time your heart will beat. I'm going to fuck you while I drain you. You'll die on my cock. And then you'll wake up eternal.""I understand." I pull him down to me. "Do it."He pushes inside me slowly this time, savoring every inch, and I moan at the fullness. Through the bond I feel his hunger, not just for blood but for me specifically. He's wanted this for centuries. A bride who comes willingly. Who wants the darkness as much as he does. Who isn't just a victim but a partner."You're perfect." He starts to move, long slow strokes that make me feel every ridge of him. "I've waited three hundred years for s
His cock is cold as it enters me, cold as death, but within seconds my heat is transferring to him and he's warming inside me, warming from my body, feeding on my life in a way that has nothing to do with blood."So hot." He groans against my shoulder. "So tight. Humans are always so warm."He fucks me hard from the first thrust. No gentleness. No adjustment period. The venom in my system has me so desperate that I take him easily, my pussy soaked and clenching, my body screaming for more before he's even fully inside me."Harder." I'm pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Please, harder, I need more.""Greedy little human." He sounds pleased. His hips snap against my ass with bruising force. "The venom makes them all greedy eventually. But you... you were greedy before I even bit you."His hand wraps around my throat from behind, not squeezing, just holding. His mouth finds my neck, right over my pulse, and I feel his fangs graze my skin."I'm going to drink from you while
I kneel in the center of his throne room, wearing nothing but a thin white shift that does little to hide my body.The villagers left me here an hour ago. The annual tribute. A virgin sacrifice to keep the vampire lord from descending on our town. Most girls are dragged here screaming. I walked in willingly.I've been dreaming of him for months. Dark dreams. Hungry dreams. I wake up with bite marks on my thighs that fade by morning, with the taste of blood on my tongue, with an ache between my legs that nothing satisfies. He's been visiting me. Preparing me. And tonight, I finally get to meet him in the flesh.The candles flicker. The temperature drops. And he's there.He doesn't walk in. He simply appears on the throne, one moment empty, the next occupied by the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Pale skin like marble, dark hair falling past his shoulders, features so perfect they hurt to look at. His eyes are red, glowing faintly in the darkness, fixed on me with an intensity t
My father owes Enzo Moretti three million dollars, and I'm standing in the man's penthouse trying not to look as terrified as I feel. The place is all black marble and glass, the kind of cold luxury that whispers about the bodies buried to pay for it.He doesn't bother standing when I walk in. Thos
They carry me back to the main locker room, my body completely limp and trembling uncontrollably. My muscles have given out entirely, unable to support me, shaking with exhaustion and overstimulation. They lay me down on the bench where this all started, my legs hanging off one side, spread wide and
They carry me to the showers. I can't walk anymore, my legs completely useless, trembling too hard to support any weight. Bishop scoops me up like I weigh nothing and sets me down gently under the spray as Roman turns the water on hot.Steam rises around us as hot water cascades over my sweaty, cum-
They give me barely a second to recover before Sawyer is lifting me onto the padded training table. The same table where I've worked on their bodies all season long. The same table where I've kept my hands so carefully, painfully professional while my mind wandered to places exactly like this.Nothi







