Chapter 1: Sex is like a fine wine...
As Dahlia drove her hips down onto the man beneath her, the heat of their arousal was thick in the air. This was what she came for. She could feel his need, his desire, his...desperation? As he thrust himself into her she felt it; felt the bitter loneliness that drove him into her web. As Dahlia made a figure eight with her hips she felt pity for him, for the life that led him here, and for what she was about to do. At least she could take away his pain.
As he put his hands on her hips increasing their pace, Dahlia brought her hands to his head, her thumbs lightly touching his temples. He wouldn't feel the sting of her feeding this way. It would be lost in the moment, just another pain drowned in the pleasure. Sex was her favorite meal. It was like a fine wine, complex and robust. There were so many sensations to feast on: lust, pleasure, pain, all ending in the most satisfying of all...total abandon and bliss. He would give her all of these and she would give them to him in return. Dahlia began with his loneliness. He wouldn't miss that. As his mouth found her breast she took his desperation. As his pace quickened and her breaths turned to moans of pleasure she took his pain. He was so intent on chasing their orgasms that he wouldn't even notice.
He drove deeper, pushing Dahlia closer to the edge. His teeth grazing her nipple as she moaned in pleasure. He drove her hips forward, pressing his pelvis against her clit with each thrust. She would have called out his name, if she knew it. But it was better not to know. He was filling her to the brim and she felt like she was coming apart. Dahlia could feel the telltale heat all the way to her toes, the tightness building inside her driving her to ride him faster and harder. A strained groan escaped his lips before he turned his mouth back to nibbling and sucking on her nipple. She felt her walls tightening around him as he found that magic, and oh so delicious, spot. He began to moan incoherent words like a prayer with each thrust, he was oh so close. As she felt her walls hold him even tighter, she took his past.
Dahlia came hard, her orgasm ripping a cry from her mouth. She felt him tense beneath her as she milked him. He gave one final deep thrust and joined her. They rode out their organs together and as their pleasure began to subside she tilted his head up towards her and gave him a kiss full of gratitude as she took the rest of him. When Dahlia opened her eyes, deep brown blank eyes looked back at her. The moment, and her partner were gone. Fully satisfied, Dahlia stood from his lap and straightened her party dress. She carefully dressed him as he blinked at her numbly. This was the hardest part...walking away and leaving behind a soulless victim doomed to exist in an endless void. The only telltale signs of her presence were the drops of blood drying at his temples.
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solarelain81 Thanks for reading! Learn more about Dahlia in Chapter 2.
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