Kissed by Midnight Part 2

He pulled out, cock shiny with spit, and stalked to the door naked. Lydia scrambled up, grabbing a robe from a chair, her heart racing. Through the window, she saw shadows—three figures in cloaks, chanting low. Witch hunters, drawn by the magic burst.

Ragnar burst out the door with a roar, claws out. The fight was brutal. He slashed one across the chest, blood spraying. Another threw a spell, blue light hitting his side, burning fur. He howled in pain, tackling the guy, fangs ripping throat. The third ran a knife at his back, but Lydia—bond fueling her—leaped out, her fangs bared. She bit the hunter's neck, sucking deep, his blood hot and coppery. Strength surged deep inside; the bond made her fast, strong.

Together, they finished it. Ragnar snapped the last neck, their bodies crumpling in the mud. He turned to her, blood on his face, cock still hard. "You fought like a wolf. Bond's working."

But drama lingered—pain from the spell burned his side, and Lydia felt it too, like fire in her ribs.

Back inside, he slammed the door, pulling her close. "That was too close. Need to finish the seal—make us unbreakable." He kissed her rough, tongues battling, blood from the fight smearing their lips. Fangs nicked, more blood flowing. Lydia moaned into his mouth, hands stroking his cock.

He bent her over the table again, ass up, cheeks spread. Her pussy dripped down her thighs, asshole pink and tight. "Gonna fuck this cunt raw. Take every inch." He lined up, rubbing the fat head along her slit, teasing her entrance.

"Do it! Shove your wolf cock in me!" Lydia pushed back, desperate. He thrust hard, burying balls-deep in one go. She screamed, walls stretching wide around his girth, the burn delicious. "So fucking big! Ripping me apart!"

Ragnar pounded relentless, hips slamming, balls smacking her clit. The table shook, creaking under them. "Tight pussy gripping me like a fist. Feel the souls twist? Every pump locks us tighter."

Juices flew with each thrust, her tits swinging heavy.

The bond showed her his past pains, hunters chaining him while he begged. Tears mixed with moans. "It hurts... your memories. But don't stop—fuck the pain away!"

He gripped her hips, claws digging in, drawing blood. "That's it, bleed for me. Makes the cum sweeter." His hand reached around, pinching her clit hard. Lydia shattered again, pussy spasming, milking him. "Cumming on your dick! Squeeze you dry!"

But he held back, pulling out slick. "Not yet. Flip over—wanna see your face when I knot you." He lifted her legs over his shoulders, folding her small body. Cock slammed back in, deeper now, tip kissing her cervix. "Look at me, vampire. See the want? Not just magic...it's us."

Their eyes met, red on amber. Lydia saw his loneliness mirror hers, the blur hitting hard. She wrapped arms around his neck. "Kiss me while you fuck. Taste me." Their mouths crashed, bloody and hot. He sucked her tongue, fangs grazing.

"Close... gonna knot this hole." His base swelled, the knot growing thick. Lydia felt it press her entrance, stretching more. "Yes! Lock inside—breed my pussy!" She came hard, her walls fluttering, as the knot popped in, sealing tight.

Ragnar roared, as his cum blasted deep—rope after rope, filling her womb hot and thick. "Take my seed, little vampire! Let it flood you!" She felt every pulse through the bond, her orgasm dragging on, squirting around the knot.

They stayed locked, panting. The knot throbbed, grinding her clit. "Ride it, pet. Milk more out." Lydia rocked her hips, her tits bouncing as she moaned out softly. Outside, the storm eased, but something else brewed inside—the bond whispered dangers, more hunters coming.

Knot down after minutes, he pulled out slowly, his cum gushing from her gaping pussy. "Not done. Your ass next. I want to fully claim it." He flipped her to her hands and knees, her bum cheeks spreading apart. His cock was still hard as he nudged her tight ring. It was slick with their mess.

Lydia whimpered, her shyness was back. "Be slow... it's never..." But want and need won over her shyness. "Please fuck my ass, Ragnar. Stretch it wide."

He pushed in gradually, his cock's head popping past the ring. Inch by inch, until it was buried deep. "You're so tight back here too. I want you to clench on me."

He started thrusting, building speed, his hand fisting her hair. Lydia fingered her pussy, rubbing cum into her clit. "Ohhh yes, pound it! Fill my ass with your wolf cum! I love it!"

He reamed her hard, their skin slapping. "Such a dirty vampire slut...taking it in both holes."

She came quick, her asshole pulsing, pussy squirting on her fingers. Ragnar followed, grunting as he unloaded, hot spurts painting her insides.

They collapsed, but the night wasn't over. A knock at the back door. Lydia's old friend, another vampire, calling to check in. "Lydia? Are you okay there? I heard noises!"

Ragnar growled. " Hide me?"

But the bond made him visible only to her—wait, no, the friend would sense something. Lydia panicked, shoving him behind shelves while she answered, robe loose, cum trickling down her leg.

Her friend, Marcus, eyed her suspicious. "You okay? Smells like... wolf."

The tension became thick. Lydia lied as her heart pounded. "Just a book experiment. I'm fine. Seriously, you have nothing to worry about."

He left wary, but warned: " I feel the hunters are stirring. Be careful." As the door shut, Lydia exhaled before turning to Ragnar.

"That was close. The bond... I don't know... Something is happening. it feels like it's pulling others in."

"Yes, it equally eans we're strong. Now, let's fuck the fear out."

His words turned Lydia on. She hasn't had sex for many years now and it made her become aroused at everything Ragnar said. She let him pull her to the rug, sitting so she straddled him reverse. "Ride my cock, shy girl. Bounce that ass for me."

Lydia sank down, her pussy swallowing him whole. She rode him hard, grinding on his cock as her tits bounced in his hands. He pinched them making her moan. "Slap my cheeks—make 'em red!" She gasped when he spanked them. Her skin stung. Up and down, her juices coated his balls.

They switched—her on top facing, kissing deep while she circled hips. "Your knot again—lock us." It swelled, tying them as she came, screaming his name.

Hours blurred. He ate her out on the floor, tongue fucking her cum-filled pussy, fangs nicking inner thighs for blood sips.

She squirted on his face, drowning him.

Then his turn—she deepthroated, gagging full length, balls on her chin. "Swallow my load, shy slutty vampire."

Cum shot down Lydia's throat, thick and salty; she gulped it all, some dribbling out.

Against the shelves, he took her standing, one leg up, cock hammering her g-spot. Books fell like rain. "Fuck me harder, please. I don't care if you break the damn library!"

Orgasms chained within her as her walls milked, his seed spilled into them.

Visions from the bond showed Ragnar's old pack, betrayed by hunters. Pain hit her, making her cry during a slow fuck on the desk. "Your loss... it hurts me too." she cried.

He held her close, thrusting gentle. "Now you got me. I'm no longer alone." he paused. "Thank you."

They came together soft, souls fully one. Exhausted and tangled on the floor, his head on her breast. "I will give you the protection you need." he murmured, licking a nipple. "But you're mine now. Magic or desire? it's the same thing, love."

Lydia smiled shy, fingers in his hair. "Yeah. And I like it."

But as sun peeked, a distant howl echoed. More trouble? The bond hummed ready. Their story just started, full of fights, fucks, and blurred hearts.