The vampire's eyes (preview)

Chapter 4 - TW Sex

Now to say that Emma did not enjoy this was false, it was parasitic. He got to feed her and drink, she was fucked to her heart’s content. The first time had her hooked, it started slow. Her getting undressed then him doing the same. Only with his clothes, he was putting on a show. His movements were sensual made in ways that drew attention to his body, his once scrawny build had become more toned with a good amount of muscle. She didn’t notice that at the hospital. Down to just his underwear, he slowly approached the stuffed girl. He cradled her packed belly with both hands, rubbing small circles on both sides to help relieve the pain the porcine girl was in. A little moan escaped her lips, and James started slowly kissing her neck. Her snow-white skin, so soft and supple, she even jiggled a little when she trembled. It's cute, he pulled away and pushed her onto the bed. He kneeled next to her thighs and got into position, he started kissing the inside of her thighs.

It was slow, soft, and calculated, he knew how to play her like a fiddle. As the seconds and kisses passed they grew more intense and rough. They grew from kisses to soft bites and sucking, making his way up at a rapid pace. Her legs shook and buckled at the lightest touch from James, he got close and close until he tore her tight panties from her waist. It wasn’t hard they had torn some halfway through the night due to their small size and her abundance of food. He could hear her breath quicken, the soft pants between the moans. He slapped her thick pillowy thighs and watched them wobble and shake, like an ocean of lust. He saw just what he was looking for and teased her with his mouth. Her blue eyes rolled to the back of her head from his tongue work, just feeling his breath on her lips brought indescribably pleasure through her body. Like she could burst at any moment. After having his fun down there, it was on to the real meal. He quickly made his way up her body exploring her all the way, tracing her stretch marks admiring them like the art he thought they were. Her deep belly button, he would keep it in mind in case he grew bored of her other holes.

He eventually found himself eye-to-eye with his victim, her soft pleading stare begging for relief. He quickly stripped himself of his boxers and pinned her hands to the bed with one of his. His tongue makes quick work in her ear, sending a pulse and waves of pleasure through her body. Whispers of how much she was a good girl for him, eating it all. Obeying him all night long, she was putty in his hand. She wanted him, rough and commanding. We slowly pushed past her lips and brushed against her walls until he was firmly in her. He had lifted his head up from her ear at this point, she had her head turned, eyes closed taking in all of the sensations she could. His spare hand gently grabbed her by the chin, “No no no, look at me. Give me your full attention. You’re mine after all.” He picks up his speed, keeping eye contact he takes his hand and gently massages her breast. She drifts off mind numb in her ecstasy until a sharp pinch of her nipple catches her attention. Moaning in pleasure she bucks her hips meeting him mid-pump, the feeling of his hips pushing hers back to the bed adding to her feeling weak. The pleasure built inside her, stimulating her clit with one hand he pulls out of her and brings both hands to her hips, and forces her onto her hand and knees. Her face was now stuffed in a pillow muffling any screams and moans escaping her mouth, it was all too much, the pleasure from earlier, the domination, the manhandling. All building up inside of her and with an arched back, and a moan from the deepest place within her.

It was too late for her, she was in his trap.