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Once the sun set and the moon took its place, allowing darkness to roll in like an incoming storm; his presence was not too far off. It was like clockwork. Every night as you struggled to fend off sleep’s opposing grip. He was patiently waiting, lurking in the recesses of your mind where you wanted to contain him.
You could feel his displeasure at how you fought against his hold, and he could feel the hope you clung to that this time would be different. That his tether to you would snap once and for all, freeing you from his constraint so you could live without his interference. Yet, every waking moment his hold was evident and it merely strengthened come nightfall.
It was suffocating.
His shadow followed you around like an imaginary friend. Always lurking and watching your every move, and you could feel him like a second skin trying to merge with your own, but you would not allow it, and that enraged him more than anything.
Your relationship consisted of a multitude of battles. Both parties losing and winning the constant push and pull as he beckoned you, hoping to consume your very being while you fought tooth and nail against his growing reach. But nighttime was his domain, and the reason you fought so hard against rest.
But the human body could only go so long without sleep before the side effects ensued. Your body paid the price, and your bloodshot eyes burned begging to remain closed for an extended period. To rest longer than the small dozes of sleep from the past few days that have been sustaining you. Your body was going to betray you. The heaviness in your lids told you so as you jerked awake stopping yourself from going into that defenseless state.
As stubborn as ever you sat awake, aware that it was a losing battle, but a part of you wanted to fight until your body involuntarily shut down from exhaustion. Until you could no longer stand your ground, and in the end, he would win like always. But this fight was worse. Your head pounded in objection and you could hardly form coherent thoughts. The building exhaustion weighed on you heavily until you could no longer resist lying down, enjoying the soft fullness of your bedding as it soothed you to a sleep you couldn't resist.
In your lucid state, he called to you. His voice reverberated in your mind, direct and clear, leaving no room to disobey as his hold intensified.
“Come to me,” he beckoned and you couldn’t resist as your body followed his command, allowing him entry into your space. He towered over your form, taking in your loose nightgown and dazed eyes that were open as if committing his actions to memory.
He trailed your flesh. His sharp nails dragging along your soft skin with ease, triggering goosebumps to follow after his touch. Your blood thrummed beneath your veins calling out like a siren’s song which he couldn’t ignore. His mouth watered and his fangs ached in desperation. With ease, he spread your legs, freeing you from your undergarments, and rucked up your gown.
You lay before him bare and accessible as he settled between your legs, inhaling your scent as he grew closer to your center. His teeth scraped along your inner thigh and he couldn’t resist the temptation of having a taste. Fangs sank into your flesh, piercing the skin before he suckled the bite, devouring your succulent aroma. A breathy moan fell from your parted lips and filled his cock as he feasted on your blood, and your body drew near as if asking for more from your Lord.
Your hips canted closer to his face, enticing him to take more of you and he was eager to oblige. He lapped at his mark one last time, sealing it with a kiss and a graze of his fangs before he moved to your core. He could hear your sweet blood pooling between your legs and the smell of your arousal lured him in. His tongue tasted your moist lips and his hands spread you wider.
He lapped against your hole tasting the arousal that rivaled the flavor of your sanguine. The tastes mingled on his tongue and he became more ravenous in his efforts. His mouth latched onto your cunt, slurping your essence into his mouth as you fell apart before him. Your hands gripped the sheets and your mouth parted in shock as you moaned into the abyss. Your body, no longer in your possession as you lay frozen, subjected to his wishes as he brought unwanted pleasure to you. Convulsions shook your frame but he made no move to cease. He feasted between your legs holding you close despite your incessant trembling as if you wished to escape his touch. An act he wouldn’t allow. He looked up while his mouth latched onto your sensitive flesh and his facial hair scratched against you, prolonging the intensity that ignited your body.
Once your climax weakened and aftershocks overcame, he removed his mouth, lapping at the juices that coated his lips while he released his cock. Your body knew what to expect as he returned to ease inside your wet heat.
You were always so wet and receptive. Opening up to his advances and sucking him in without fail. You were a completely different person as he fucked into you, taking him without any hesitation or objection.
Your body responded to his touch and you hated the power he held. He knew you better than anyone else as he moved inside you so lovingly, making you react in the manner he desired. Your arousal coated his groin and aided his thrusts into your welcoming embrace.
“You will always be mine.” His grating voice sounded in your head, bouncing around your brain and reminding you of what you already knew as he hunched over you, palming your cheek with poorly restrained strength. His fingers traced your skin with more care—a sharp contrast to his offending grip as he rocked into you, staring into your widened eyes.
There was no escape when it came to him. No matter how hard you tried you were always unsuccessful, and each attempt ended the same, with you beneath him as he took what he craved most.
His cock filled you with precision while his fangs entered your flesh, piercing above your breast. Your nipples hardened as he sucked down your life force, draining and infusing you with purpose that danced in your soul. His body created a delicious friction between yours as you struggled to stay afloat and ached to be closer. You could feel the burn of his fangs inside you as he marked your flesh again and again, weakening you with each gulp as he feasted on your offering. Blood tainted the pure fabric of your gown, desecrating it and committing his visit to memory.