Holding out his hand, palm up, Anton looked again into Joanna's eyes, reading her determination and her desire. As she watched he drew the blade down across the fleshy pad beneath his thumb.
Bright red blood beaded in a line across his flesh. "Take it," he commanded, holding his palm to her mouth. Joanna obeyed, at first tentatively touching the warm liquid with her tongue.
She sighed, almost a moan, as she licked again, this time with more confidence. Taking his large hand between her own two small ones, she put her mouth fully over the small wound, suckling, drawing the blood forth as if she were born to do this act.
Anton felt the pull of her hot little mouth against his flesh. His body reacted with sensual pleasure, his cock rising up as he watched the greedy girl taking her first mouthful of hot, red perfection. Joanna had risen up on her knees, holding his hand tightly in hers as she sucked. She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, the nipples distended, a flush across her chest.
He could feel her pleasure, her desperate all-consuming bloodlust as she took the sacred blood for the first time. He knew what she was experiencing, though it wasn't often he shared the blood with another vampire as it was dangerous and, in his own heart, something to be saved for a soul mate.
Yet one never forgot the rich, pure mixture. Human blood was delicious and sustaining, but it couldn't match the melted purity, the empowering, intoxicating burst of liquid joy offered by the sacred blood. Even now his fangs were distended with desire as he watched the lovely naked girl taking her first mouthfuls of the heady nectar.
Sheer self will kept him from throwing her down, pushing back her head and pricking the white supple sweetmeat of her throat as he thrust his rock-hard cock into her cunt. He took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy as she continued to gulp his lifeblood, her eyes rolling back, her body hot with blood fever.
When he knew he couldn't risk another drop, he pulled her back, forcing her to release her grip. Her eyes were wild and unfocused as she tried to lower her head again, to take more of what he offered. Anton held her firm, his fingers entwined in her golden-brown hair to keep her at bay. He licked the cut at his palm, immediately sealing the flow of blood with the coagulant properties of his vampire saliva.
"Slow down, my hungry girl," he admonished. "Not too much, not at first. We have all the time in the world." |