Revisitation
Caius could not berate himself enough for creating such a scandalous dilemma. He led with his second brain more often than the first, and it cost more than peace of mind. Inara officially divorced the elder vampire once she completed her diplomacy mission in Kurdistan. Caius was still IN love with his longest-running flame, but what could he say? “Welcome to the coven, you’re one of lucky seven?”
Inara and he ended a 115-year-old marriage over a teak table, holding hands, crying, kissing awkwardly and fucking deeply as Chelsea officially wanted to be blood-bonded (for her own reasons), a year after winning the county council seat together. Their son Bogdan filled life with boundless joy. Chelsea definitely took responsibility on getting pregnant…as that very sultry night in Besenyo, she never let him spill outside sweet pussy. He counted three times at least: his bed, the shower and on her vanity.
Cara, the Magyar minx, tempted a similar destiny. Nicole introduced them during an orgy party.
2017, Braśov, Romania
Caius has Chelsea in the secluded cabin on their estate when she returns...stripped past her sexy harem pants. Her perky ass and breasts filled his hands how they did not before. The changes make him hornier.
“Mmmm,” she moan/whimpers, holding onto the top bunk like he ordered her to.
“CaaaIIIUS, when-“ Caius spanks her immediately after reaching the G-spot, a salacious moan shattering otherwise thick silence. Chelsea drenches his dick in cream.
“Hold on,” he says encouragingly, “and shut the fuck up, you beautiful slut.”
Caius’ larger hands slid lovingly to her sides just underneath a quite full and youthful chest, covered in brown freckles and blond hair...his thrusts send her toward latticed wood, but warning prepares Chelsea for this.
“Ohhh, my God, you’re so tight, baby,” the mastare acclaims nastily. Chelsea takes him as much as he fucks her. Caius cups one smiling cheek tenderly while her breast bounces against his touch, until she lets loose a squeal...that makes him choke her lightly. “I’ll allow that. I’m not going easy!!”
His grip holds her still for deeper love, that’s all. Their eyes dig into each others’ all the while he possessively pulls Chelsea down by her hips. They purr, touch chests as one.
“Ohhh,” she sighs helplessly to his brutal but comforting rhythm, “mmm-mm-mmmm, ah.”
“Yes, baby, let me hear how much you love it now!! Scream!” He pivots hips in faster, FASTER strokes. His cock has no resistance.
Caius immobilizes well-muscled, pale forearms over Chelsea’s writhing waist, white eyes rolling back.
Cum leaves him prolifically, uncontrollably so and finds a home in Chelsea. Caius u*********sly caresses her gorgeous other tightness on his thickness. He growls.
“Was it good?” Her mastare rumbles shyly. Sated gasps fluff his ego though. She melts on him.
“So did I.”
Caius commits to holding Chelsea briefly in his lap, brushing back the bothersome strands she flips over one shoulder. “Baby...”
“Tiana and Amara wanna see me, and I don’t wanna cancel cause you fucked me again!” Thin but prettily pouty lips utter adorable truths. He cannot deny her that.
Chelsea leaves to see her friends before long, and he’s delivering a sensual dicking again with another vampiress...Cara.
〰️〰️〰️〰️
Cara is allowed to fuck Caius by proxy of Nikki, whom he wants back badly. He never got any further than worshipping Cara’s ass (accidentally) on his way through the master suite. He mistakenly thought it was unoccupied. Justin chose cowgirl wisely. Caius still recalls...
He was partially envious, quite a sight. Sweaty sweet skin so jiggly and round when it hit your hips. He wanted Cara for himself. She’s certainly his right now. Her toned arms curling around the previous’ neck, now relax as Cara grasps his shoulders steadily, taking every inch. They are alone in the throne room, only for vampire nobility like himself. He did away with those petty rules but sometimes the thrill of ruling made him harder.
So they fucked in the old Hernyak throne. Pretty, young Cara leans her face gently into his broad frame as Caius holds her right above a perfectly curved derriere.
“Hooh?? Ohh-OHH. Daddy, you fill me up so good...”
“You don’t know till I creampied you, draga. But I’m glad you enjoy...” he pulls her long tresses back to bite into a svelte neck, still fucking HARD. Once Caius is no longer famished the drinking ceases.
They are but kissing distance now. Cara is fucked senseless against his shoulder, staring with wintry blue eyes.
“Do you like this, Cara?” He ensures. She nods frantically. The mastare slows down but a crisp English-accented voice chides him on. Cara is actually controlling him.
Between her voracious orders of orgasmic proportions, to temptingly heavy titties swaying with ass cupped in rough hands? Something was gonna pop. Caius bares his fangs primally, not expecting her to leave saliva. He and Cara explore heartily, loudly, meeting in sharp claps. She leans fully onto his shoulders and still holds tensing biceps for balance.
“Dammmnnn, Cai! Oh yeah, yeah, yeahhh, yes daddy fuck YES-“
Pretty thighs twerk and spread out for a better view of fat pussy on him. Cara eases backward to admire her new leader’s work. Caius’ clawed fingers trap slender wrists so she digs acrylic nails into his chest.
“Hoooh, CUM in me. Every drop, you gimme every...” she is delirious with sex. Caius has worked her this well for one continuous hour.
“Every drop.”
He slams her climactically, wondering if his suspicions were correct about Cara’s record on birth control. “We agreed upon this already. Unless there is a condition you forgot.”
He just cannot control his release past this point. She is witchcraft.
“Baby, I wanna cum so deep. BABE, it’s coming soon!!”
Balls are touching her lower ass. Cara’s so loving the restraint, every pleasurable expression on her face. Time folds and warps, discipline fails him. She is screeching happily about his frothy gift. It bursts in successive waves to deplete him altogether. Cara ceases to bounce her sticky pussy over Caius’ softening dick.
“Ummm, I only take birth control sometimes. So I don’t mind if you get me...I like you.”
He did not plan for this. There were five uh-oh’s beforehand, three were his k**s.
“That much?”
“You ever feel like, you’re good moving fast? Because you just know, you’ve been with someone before?”
“Yes. Very much. The coven seems based on our prior lives much as the present, Cara. But I have so many covenesses beside you as things are already.”
She indulgently exhales, Caius doesn’t mind the cum deluge down his thighs anymore.
“Which is why I must ask, can you handle us? Being this way? I will want to fuck and love you hard, open you to my world.”
The Piscean princess (of the undead variety) pierces him with icy eyes. Caius is floored by her intimidating presence. Beautiful, brutal.
“I decide what I want and when. If you’re referring to the needing time? Silly man, you look out for ME.” She smiles toothily, and Caius knows it’s happened again.
His sucker ass fell in love a FOURTH time. He stares longingly after Cara, as she vacates his lap and leaves.
”Bassza, Caius,” Cara flirted affectionately as adorable hands traced over her body like every pore tingled. She gripped the door frame and shook her head. “Find me tomorrow.”
The throne wood feels suddenly uncomfortable without her.
Inara and he ended a 115-year-old marriage over a teak table, holding hands, crying, kissing awkwardly and fucking deeply as Chelsea officially wanted to be blood-bonded (for her own reasons), a year after winning the county council seat together. Their son Bogdan filled life with boundless joy. Chelsea definitely took responsibility on getting pregnant…as that very sultry night in Besenyo, she never let him spill outside sweet pussy. He counted three times at least: his bed, the shower and on her vanity.
Cara, the Magyar minx, tempted a similar destiny. Nicole introduced them during an orgy party.
2017, Braśov, Romania
Caius has Chelsea in the secluded cabin on their estate when she returns...stripped past her sexy harem pants. Her perky ass and breasts filled his hands how they did not before. The changes make him hornier.
“Mmmm,” she moan/whimpers, holding onto the top bunk like he ordered her to.
“CaaaIIIUS, when-“ Caius spanks her immediately after reaching the G-spot, a salacious moan shattering otherwise thick silence. Chelsea drenches his dick in cream.
“Hold on,” he says encouragingly, “and shut the fuck up, you beautiful slut.”
Caius’ larger hands slid lovingly to her sides just underneath a quite full and youthful chest, covered in brown freckles and blond hair...his thrusts send her toward latticed wood, but warning prepares Chelsea for this.
“Ohhh, my God, you’re so tight, baby,” the mastare acclaims nastily. Chelsea takes him as much as he fucks her. Caius cups one smiling cheek tenderly while her breast bounces against his touch, until she lets loose a squeal...that makes him choke her lightly. “I’ll allow that. I’m not going easy!!”
His grip holds her still for deeper love, that’s all. Their eyes dig into each others’ all the while he possessively pulls Chelsea down by her hips. They purr, touch chests as one.
“Ohhh,” she sighs helplessly to his brutal but comforting rhythm, “mmm-mm-mmmm, ah.”
“Yes, baby, let me hear how much you love it now!! Scream!” He pivots hips in faster, FASTER strokes. His cock has no resistance.
Caius immobilizes well-muscled, pale forearms over Chelsea’s writhing waist, white eyes rolling back.
Cum leaves him prolifically, uncontrollably so and finds a home in Chelsea. Caius u*********sly caresses her gorgeous other tightness on his thickness. He growls.
“Was it good?” Her mastare rumbles shyly. Sated gasps fluff his ego though. She melts on him.
“So did I.”
Caius commits to holding Chelsea briefly in his lap, brushing back the bothersome strands she flips over one shoulder. “Baby...”
“Tiana and Amara wanna see me, and I don’t wanna cancel cause you fucked me again!” Thin but prettily pouty lips utter adorable truths. He cannot deny her that.
Chelsea leaves to see her friends before long, and he’s delivering a sensual dicking again with another vampiress...Cara.
〰️〰️〰️〰️
Cara is allowed to fuck Caius by proxy of Nikki, whom he wants back badly. He never got any further than worshipping Cara’s ass (accidentally) on his way through the master suite. He mistakenly thought it was unoccupied. Justin chose cowgirl wisely. Caius still recalls...
He was partially envious, quite a sight. Sweaty sweet skin so jiggly and round when it hit your hips. He wanted Cara for himself. She’s certainly his right now. Her toned arms curling around the previous’ neck, now relax as Cara grasps his shoulders steadily, taking every inch. They are alone in the throne room, only for vampire nobility like himself. He did away with those petty rules but sometimes the thrill of ruling made him harder.
So they fucked in the old Hernyak throne. Pretty, young Cara leans her face gently into his broad frame as Caius holds her right above a perfectly curved derriere.
“Hooh?? Ohh-OHH. Daddy, you fill me up so good...”
“You don’t know till I creampied you, draga. But I’m glad you enjoy...” he pulls her long tresses back to bite into a svelte neck, still fucking HARD. Once Caius is no longer famished the drinking ceases.
They are but kissing distance now. Cara is fucked senseless against his shoulder, staring with wintry blue eyes.
“Do you like this, Cara?” He ensures. She nods frantically. The mastare slows down but a crisp English-accented voice chides him on. Cara is actually controlling him.
Between her voracious orders of orgasmic proportions, to temptingly heavy titties swaying with ass cupped in rough hands? Something was gonna pop. Caius bares his fangs primally, not expecting her to leave saliva. He and Cara explore heartily, loudly, meeting in sharp claps. She leans fully onto his shoulders and still holds tensing biceps for balance.
“Dammmnnn, Cai! Oh yeah, yeah, yeahhh, yes daddy fuck YES-“
Pretty thighs twerk and spread out for a better view of fat pussy on him. Cara eases backward to admire her new leader’s work. Caius’ clawed fingers trap slender wrists so she digs acrylic nails into his chest.
“Hoooh, CUM in me. Every drop, you gimme every...” she is delirious with sex. Caius has worked her this well for one continuous hour.
“Every drop.”
He slams her climactically, wondering if his suspicions were correct about Cara’s record on birth control. “We agreed upon this already. Unless there is a condition you forgot.”
He just cannot control his release past this point. She is witchcraft.
“Baby, I wanna cum so deep. BABE, it’s coming soon!!”
Balls are touching her lower ass. Cara’s so loving the restraint, every pleasurable expression on her face. Time folds and warps, discipline fails him. She is screeching happily about his frothy gift. It bursts in successive waves to deplete him altogether. Cara ceases to bounce her sticky pussy over Caius’ softening dick.
“Ummm, I only take birth control sometimes. So I don’t mind if you get me...I like you.”
He did not plan for this. There were five uh-oh’s beforehand, three were his k**s.
“That much?”
“You ever feel like, you’re good moving fast? Because you just know, you’ve been with someone before?”
“Yes. Very much. The coven seems based on our prior lives much as the present, Cara. But I have so many covenesses beside you as things are already.”
She indulgently exhales, Caius doesn’t mind the cum deluge down his thighs anymore.
“Which is why I must ask, can you handle us? Being this way? I will want to fuck and love you hard, open you to my world.”
The Piscean princess (of the undead variety) pierces him with icy eyes. Caius is floored by her intimidating presence. Beautiful, brutal.
“I decide what I want and when. If you’re referring to the needing time? Silly man, you look out for ME.” She smiles toothily, and Caius knows it’s happened again.
His sucker ass fell in love a FOURTH time. He stares longingly after Cara, as she vacates his lap and leaves.
”Bassza, Caius,” Cara flirted affectionately as adorable hands traced over her body like every pore tingled. She gripped the door frame and shook her head. “Find me tomorrow.”
The throne wood feels suddenly uncomfortable without her.
1 年 前