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Twilight - The Lost Manuscript
I could really appreciate him now – could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips. My skin was so sensitive under his hands, too.
He was all new, a different person as our bodies tangled gracefully into one on the sand-pale floor. No caution, no restraint. No fear – especially not that. We could love together – both active participants now. Finally equals
Like our kisses before, every touch was more than I was used to. So much of himself he’d been holding back. Necessary at the time, but I couldn’t believe how much I’d been missing.
I tried to keep in mind that I was stronger than he was, but it was hard to focus on anything with sensations so intense, pulling my attention to a million different places in my body every second; if I hurt him, he didn’t complain.
A very, very small part of my head considered the interesting conundrum presented in this situation. I was never going to get tired, and neither was he. We didn’t have to catch our breath or rest or eat or even use the bathroom; we had no more mundane human needs. He had the most beautiful, perfect body in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn’t feel like I was ever going to find a point where I would think, now I’ve had enough for one day. I was always going to want more and the day was never going to end. So, in such a situation, how did we ever stop?
It didn’t bother me at all that I had no answer.
From the start, we were all over each other. In our haste to strip out of our clothes and wrap our selves into each other, we fell on the floor. Rolling and jostling for position, our instincts directed the power play that ensued. Edward, ever the gentleman, tried to assume the classic male position, while I, full of newborn strength, used my advantage to get the upper hand, pinning him to the ground. I grinned in victory. When Edward’s slight dismay was apparent I decided to play coy and let him start the fireworks.
“Take me how you want me” I whispered in his ear, and rolled to the side. In a flash I was scooped up and gently laid onto the beautiful white bed with flowing gossamer.
Edward’s eyes transfixed on mine, burning with black desire like smoldering coals. His white skin seemed to glow in the blue moonlight. The strong features of his jaw, brow, and neck seemed to melt my bravado into sheer submission.
Deftly, Edward straddled my thighs. Bending low to my neck, he took a deep breath.
“You smell even sweeter than ever” he sighed. And with that he began to cover my body with a thousand of small kisses. Each kiss, perfectly planted. I relaxed into his touch while his lips lazily nibbled on a sensitive spot at the back of my neck. He moaned softly and moved his hand up my leg. Then he moved down from my jaw line, over my collarbones, and onto - my newly improved breasts.
Before my transformation I had never been very proud of my figure, but my breasts were always the one exception. They were surprisingly impressive. Perky, supple, round and full, they were usually the first thing a guy noticed about me. More often than not I caught fleeting looks from guys checking out my shapely chest. But now, after the transformation, my new body was simply unbelievable. With a slightly longer, more elegant neck, strong shoulders, perfectly toned arms, a lithe stomach, arched back, hips to die for, a tight little behind, and my breasts - they could stop an army dead in their tracks with one flash. Perfectly round and supple, my eagerly alert nipples were surrounded by dark circles. They were a perfect pink, with sensitive bumps that could feel every miniscule touch. And now Edward was about to give my new, glorious breasts his full attention.
Gracefully, he positioned his mouth an inch above my left breast. With cat-like precision his soft tongue traced a half circle below my breast - right where the heavy flesh connects to my torso. Moving up to the top again he continued another circle, slightly higher. Again he tickled my sensitive breast with his incredible tongue. My anticipation was growing with each circle. I waited for the moment of gratification. He moved closer now, zeroing in on the target. And then he closed his mouth over my me and sucked long and hard.
With my newly enhanced senses the delight was more intense than I could have imagined. A tingling feeling of goose bumps and shivers ran down my naked skin and exploded into a hot fire down low. I closed my eyes to focus on this glorious feeling.
His tongue worked wonders on my tight bud. Suckling it with determination, I could see the satisfaction in his face. His eyes met mine and he grinned – taking the teat between his teeth and slowly biting down. My initial anxiety was quickly allayed when the only feeling I had was pleasure. Evidently my hard nipples were very, very hard. Rolling it between his teeth, his tongue danced lightly over the tip, massaging the bumpy skin. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing it slightly to push the nipple up, higher on the peak. Then he lapped it hard – flattening his tongue on it, brazing it with his taste buds.
My other nipple was feeling left out of the party, so I gently guided his face to the right side. Arching my back, I pushed it higher, eager to insert it in his mouth.
I was surprised when, in an instant, Edward was on me, his body hovering over me. The cool heat from his skin radiated inches above mine. His jeweled eyes glittered with intensity as they searched mine. He held himself perfectly above my skin, keeping a small pillow of air between us.
He teased me with his presence, raising himself up as I fought and twisted to touch him. My head pulsed in a strange broken meter, and I wondered if this was some lying dream that I was about to wake up from. He kissed me softer at first, and then suddenly stronger, fiercer. As our lips embraced I tried to remember to be gentle with him, but it was hard work to remember anything in the onslaught of sensation, hard to hold on to any coherent thoughts. It was like he’d never kissed me – like this was our first kiss. A fire built up inside me.
How singular this kissing was! I was radiant with the sensation of his cheek brushing against mine. The smell of his breath sent whispers of electricity through my skin. I noticed his perfect body, smooth and strong arms, such perfect planes and features. His face was glowing – like a white flame burned from behind his diamond skin. Like Michelangelo’s David, he was perfectly sculpted in solid white marble. My hand explored the curve of his backside, perfect.
His pale tongue darted from his lips and slowly moved down my skin. I threw my head back as he moved over my chin. Leaving a faint trail of venom, he traced down over my neck, into the hollow between my collar bones.
Continuing downward, he waved his tongue from side to side in lazy arcs between my breasts, eventually reaching the bottom of my ribcage. When the tongue reached the peach fuzz around my oval belly button - it was all I could do to hold still. My new vampire senses were more than I had counted on. I could feel each hair follicle shoot thousands of sensations into me as they bent under the ever so light pressure of his tongue.
He traced the slight trail of invisible peach fuzz that flowed from my belly down the trail, lower and lower. The farther he went down the slower he seemed to go. An involuntary sound escaped my lips as the sensations welled up in me.
As his tongue reached my dark, cropped hair a low carnal growl came from Edward. I could hear the rabid hunger inside him, racing to break out. My legs involuntarily widened in invitation as he found his way home.
Teasing me, he worked from the outside in. His tongue traced a line from my hipbone, down between my thigh and my vulva to the apex, and back up the other crease. Then he passed back around, moving in closer to ground zero. His lips brushed mine. I could feel his hot breath raise the hairs as he gently blew on my shrine.
I became wet, liquid seeping outward from the depths of my body – my new sense of smell revealed the smell was clearly similar to the venom in Edwards mouth. Edward nibbled on an inner lip and began to knead it with his lips.
He moved along the length of it and passing onto the other side. He parted my folds, stroking me as he swirled a path to my dark cavern. His marble tongue seemed soft as velvet as he began to lap between the petals of my sensitive flesh. At last, the pressure hit the critically sensitive spot. Edward’s gaze was serious. He held mine as he leaned in again and sucked the flange of flesh into the heat of his mouth. He sucked me like I was his own personal mango. His tongue lingered there at the altar of love, softly pressing and retracting in playful motions. He lapped at me, swirling and dipping through my slit as if searching for every drop of moisture. Like a boy in a theme park, he explored every crevice.
His hands reached up to my hip bones and affixed themselves like stones, pivoting me to an inclined angle. The world seemed to stop spinning as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into my love canal. Pushing into me with such a surprisingly long reach - I could feel every ridge of his taste buds as explored my velvet cave. Swirling and twisting, he pleasured me from the inside. He held still for a slight moment, pausing for effect. I arched my back as he leisurely withdrew himself, the hunger immediately burning inside me. I needed to be filled with him.
He pushed into me again, faster this time. His tongue was all I could think about; cold, and thick in my silk funnel. He moved in and out with greater intensity, building a steady rhythm. As the meter quickened I began to swell with the pressure. The venom flowed from me, mixing with his venomous saliva. I gripped the bed posts above my head to brace myself for the intensity of the sensations. I pulled my knees into my chest, my feet floating high in the air. His deft fingers stretched my lips wide, pulling my sensitive flesh tight. The tremors of the rhythm of his tongue began to shake me from head to toe. My breasts began to jostle, dancing up and down to Edward’s movement. The bed began to rattle and seemed like it would collapse. For a moment I wondered how Edward could keep up the speed, then I realized his vampire body could move at incredible speeds forever, without the slightest hint of tiring.
His tongue transitioned from an in and out motion to a smaller, more controlled movement, creating a steady vibrating rhythm. The vibrations seemed to hum a musical tone in the night.
I tightened over his buzzing tongue, feeling the burn of the rapid motion. The pitch elevated as he moved faster and faster. The room seemed to disappear. I could see colors danced before my eyes and a rush of sound seemed to fill my ears as I drowned in the moment.
What happened next cannot be described with rudimentary words. It was as if a white light burst inside me, between my legs, shooting rays of light through every nerve ending in my body. The pleasure seemed to happen in slow motion, my body convulsed with heaving throbs of awareness, sweeter than sunlight, richer than chocolate, thicker than blood.
I could feel the electricity and chemical reactions travel through each synapse in every nerve. The sweet rush pulsed through my body, moving out from the center point into the extremities. What seemed like hours passed in a few moments and I found my self breathing in heavy gasps of air, a residual instinct from my human side. The feeling permeated my body and settled like a thick layer of pixie dust over my skin.
As the afterglow pulsed through my body I reached between my legs and grabbed Edward by the head. With my newborn strength I pulled him up and flipped him over me with one smooth motion. He landed belly down, facing the opposite direction.
With expert agility I tilted my head back and caught his erection in my mouth, it sank deep and straight. The taste was sweet, musky, like cloves, cinnamon, and vanilla. For as much as vampires smelled good, they tasted even better. I sucked his thick flesh hard. Edward gasped in panic so I let up a little and used my tongue to bring back the pleasure. Rolling my tongue around the shaft made him relax more and he settled in for a nice ride on my face. I lifted his hips, my fingers digging into his hard buttocks. I easily moved him in and out of my mouth. Surprisingly, I had no gag reflex. I pulled him inside of me slowly, forcing him deeper on each thrust. There was so much of him to take in. Finally, my chin hit his dark patch of curls and his sack of balls rolled off my nose. The length of him had penetrated deep down into my throat.
It was during these first few moments of giving Edward pleasure that I noticed an odd feeling. For every stroke of pleasure I gave him my body received waves of inexpressible bliss. It took me a while to sort through the sensations and figure out what was happening. It had not occurred to me that I would receive pleasure from touching as well as being touched. Evidently, my ability to empathize with others transferred itself to love making. Perhaps this was one of the attributes that had been amplified by my vampire transition. I could feel all the pleasure I dished out.
Whatever the reason for this magical transfer of pleasure, I didn’t have time to ponder it much. The task at hand was too enthralling because this completely changed the way I had ever thought about oral sex. Every deep thrust sent shivers of delight into the corresponding parts of my body. I buried him deep inside my face again and again, soaking up the supernatural pleasure.
After a while Edward chuckled devilishly and growled “Two can play at that game”. Instantly, he buried his face in my hairy mound. Receiving double the pleasure was almost more than I could bear. His tongue rippling over my clit was sending spikes of intense satisfaction through my skin. My lips and tongue sucked the pleasure from his huge, slick penis with inhuman speed. Edward reciprocated with the vibrating tongue trick and I could feel the light starting to shine in my lower regions again. At this time I became aware that we could keep this up for hours, days, weeks, without getting tired of it. And it felt so good I could not think of a reason to stop. Then I thought of a reason.
With one quick tug I flipped him over, so he was lying on me, face up, staring at the ceiling. His thick legs sprawled around my head. Edward lay very still, waiting to see what I would do. I reached up over his hips and felt his rigid chest. I traced his abs, rippled with a washboard of muscles, down to his hips.
I turned my head and kissed his thigh, tasting his vampire sweetness. A slight spasm shot through Edward. For a moment it dawned on me that I could now play with him, teasing him as long as I wanted.
I turned my head and kissed his other thigh, licking it with long, deliberate licks. Edward turned his head slightly and kissed my thigh back with an equal fervor. With my eyes closed I cautiously trickled my fingertips inward from his hips. The thrill that shot through me as my fingers brushed over his most precious parts surprised me.
I gently stroked his member and felt the smooth hardness. It was a contradiction, being both solid and hard as a marble carving, and yet, smooth and pliable. Edward felt solid and slightly heavy in my hands. The vampire gods had definitely endowed him well.
The sensations flowed into my fingers as I stroked Edward. These feelings were new and intense. I couldn’t see my fingers moving over his penis, but the feelings emitted a picture in my head of electric arcs flowing from his shaft to my fingers. Was this what it felt like for Edward when he touched me with his tongue? How waas it possible that the one giving pleasure could feel everything that was given?
I pulled his body higher up on mine and let the venom in my mouth build up. With a slight lift of my head I was face to face with my favorite parts of his body. My tongue glided across his balls like the head of a snake.
Edward’s pleasure was evident by his moan, but even more by the pleasure that traveled up my tongue and down my throat. Wanting more, I circled his sack. I wet it down with venom, drooling it off my tongue.
Moving closer, I encircled his sack with my lips. With gentle manipulation I sucked it entirely in my mouth. Edward’s voice swooned in glory. I ran my wet tongue around in my mouth, letting it brush against his sensitive balls. I felt his pleasure soak into me. It was like someone listening to a symphony. His pleasure was mine. I felt it all, every slight sensation.
I moved my tongue lower, keeping his sack in my mouth and ran it down the backside, down to the space between his legs. I repeated this for a while, feeling Edward revel in it.
His sensations were my guide, I let my tongue explore him, testing his feelings as I traveled in every direction. My explorations had found a source of incredible pleasure for Edward, and thus for myself as well.
Pulling back, I released him from my mouth. I grabbed his thighs below the knee and lifted them higher, pushing them back against his chest. I ran my tongue below his sack. The sensations that Edward felt were exhilarating, almost intoxicating. I tongued him further, with random swirling motions. He purred with pleasure, and grabbed my thighs surrounding his head, digging his nails into my unbreakable skin.
My tongue moved lower, finding the puckered skin, rigid and full of nerve endings. For a brief moment it occurred to me that since vampires don’t eat, they never used this orifice for anything similar to humans. It was like the appendix for a human, utterly without purpose. But I immediately found that one purpose was still evident.
With senseless abandon I licked him there. The accompanying pleasure was so great for me that I wanted nothing more than to lick it forever. It was like a piece of candy to me, sweet and citric. The taste of pleasure had never been so sugary.
Such powerful emotions. I’d been prepared for the thirst of blood, but not for the thirst of pleasure. I stopped to slather my hand with thick, slobbery venom and wet his hard shaft with my fingers, gliding my hands up and down over his long, thick phallus.
My tongue went back to work, circling at first, and then lapping it up with a flattened tongue. I let my taste buds move over his sensitive skin. Edward was shaking with delight.
“Oh, Wonderful” I groaned in my head. “Perfect”. Now I could never deny that I had “kissed his ass”.
My venom welled up in my mouth and lubricated his opening. I prodded with more force, pushing into him. Edward’s sensations traveled through my tongue and dissolved into my body. It was surprisingly similar to how it felt for me when his tongue entered me. The sensations were incredible.
I pushed with more force, forgetting everything except for the sweet desire to give Edward everything I could. Edward spasmed in reply, his body involuntarily jerked, his penis throbbed in my hands.
I squeezed him harder, pushed deeper, and wiggled my tongue around, creating waves of pleasure in my mouth, almost as great as it was between my legs, but still not quite as powerful. Could anything be better than that explosion of light between my legs?
Swirling around and around, I probed him deep, in and out. The musky scent of his manliness engulfed my nostrils. Round and round, twisting my tongue into every possible shape, I gave Edward, and myself, a blissful licking.
I heard him choke out sighs of relief as I slowed down and repositioned my self. I decided to get a little more attention from him so I rolled out from under him and straddled his mouth, facing his feet. I pulled my legs forward and sat up, shaking my hair out. I was careful to keep myself firmly planted against Edward’s hard working mouth.
From this viewpoint I could see his impressive body. Displayed in its full glory, his large male member, slick with venomous juices, it was pulsing rock solid against his washboard abs. The length was incredible. The girth was almost scary. It was uncircumcised, which drove me wild before my change. I couldn’t wait to see how it felt to fuck it now.
His soft foreskin remained intact, with the engorged head pushing up through the opening. It boasted a bulbous head, engorged and sensitive. The velvet skin, veined and thick, filled and throbbed as I ogled him. If ever a penis could be considered a work of art, his was a masterpiece - an instrument of pleasure and a symbol of Edward’s masculine strength.
He pulled himself up from me and swiftly flipped me over, kneeling, face down in the bed. My face was buried in a pillow.
“Now you must succumb to me.” Edward teased. “Give in and let me use you for my personal delight.” I had no intention of arguing.
I could feel his stare on my rear of my new goddess of a body. I could feel the hunger in his eyes. I felt exposed. Everything was showing, vulnerable, utterly defenseless… and I loved it.
Edward bent over and licked me from bottom to top, from the front of my slit to the small of my back. He slathered me with his venom. It felt slightly electric on my skin as it began to dry. With a quick jerk Edward’s hands gripped my hips and drew my backside to him. My face was pressed deep into the pillow. I had no need to breathe so I just stayed in the dark, letting my blindness increase the feeling.
Edwards’s fingers traced up my thigh and glided through my slotted mound. He used both hands to massage each of my folds. I could feel the moisture drip and run down my legs as he awakened the my little beast. His fingers probed deeper into my vagina. Two fingers… now three. They lined the opening from one end to the other, pulling the skin taught. Then, in an instant, they were fixed on my hips.
His large, solid shaft pushed against me and parted my lips. I bit my lip in anticipation. I writhed under him while his cock remained poised at my entrance. I nudged him in encouragement, but he held back, ignoring his rampant ache for me.
I pushed my wet folds against him, but his rough foreskin slipped forward over my clit with tantalizing gentleness. I needed him in me. I needed to be filled. I pushed against him again.
The swollen head popped through my opening with such a feeling of satisfaction that I could not contain the shriek of appreciation. Sounding more like a woman in pain, than a woman in pleasure, I moaned, almost sobbing with pure emotion. Edward pushed himself in deep and hard, filling me more than I knew was possible. His body slammed into mine, sending ripples across my sensitive lips.
My pleasure was mine, and his was also mine. I never knew vampire sex could be so incredible.
Edward pulled out slowly, almost fully withdrawing, then he slammed it home again, filling me to the hilt.
“Damn.” That’s all I could think.
Again, he slammed it home with even more force. My eyes were filling with lights again.
Repeatedly he fully withdrew, and with perfect aim, slid right back home, right back where he belonged. His hands on my hips were pulling and pushing me, adding to the force of the penetration. He pounded me without letting up for what seemed like hours. And it was heaven.
I just took it all, accepted him fully. Every withdrawal met with anticipation and a slight invitation, my body bending ever so slightly to make the next entry easy. Every time he drove into me I could feel his sack, filled with balls of steel, slap my exposed clitoris. The speed and force increased until his dick felt like a jack hammer on my pussy.
I focused on the pounding of his balls. They drummed steadily on my sensitive spot and intensified the incredible feeling of penetration. I felt the tight silky skin of my vaginal wall flow over his rippling rod of pleasure.
I clenched on him, squeezing him tight. The light that seemed to grow between my legs was getting stronger and stronger, filling my body with energy. The venom dripped from my engorged lips and his wet cock, running down my thighs.
The steady rhythm rocked my breasts forward and back. My sensitive nipples brushed against the bed, growing hard with the friction. The light spread to them, glowing white hot as they slid on the sheets.
Edward plunged into me with reckless fury, his cock thick and hard, spreading me and using me for his pleasure. I was his - to use as he wished. My ass rocked against him, fully exposed and spread wide, meeting his every thrust with a fury of my own. We fucked mindlessly, as though every thrust would be the last but knowing full well that our ecstasy could be endless.
As the pleasure increased I felt Edward’s right hand slip from my hip and travel across my body to the center, where we were joined. His thumb pushed on the placed just above our junction. The white hot feeling glowed brighter.
He rubbed me, all around our union, sending thrills through my taut flesh. Then his thumb moved higher, taking the juices with it until it rested slightly on my exposed, puckered ring. In gentle circles, Edward massaged my bottom, probing my entrance as he pumped me in a steady rhythm. I could feel the white hot burn of pleasure as he awoke the sensations of my most private entrance.
No longer human, I knew that the opening served a new purpose - one of pure pleasure. I wanted more. I pushed against him, relaxing myself as his thumb pushed deeper.
The sensation was so new, so erotic, that I nearly forgot about Edward’s huge cock buried deep inside me. As his thumb sank deeper and deeper I clenched it and rode him hard and fast.
Pivoting up and down, I whipped his shaft around inside me. His finger was a focal point of pleasure, and I couldn’t decide what to focus on. I whipped myself around his penis with disregard to what I could do to him with my newfound strength.
Edward growled with delight and pumped into me, hot thick desire building even stronger than ever.
Not only could I feel every thrust from my perspective, but I could also feel his sensations, the hard manliness penetrating my tightness. I experienced each wave of his pleasure as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel every throb as my velvet skin caressed his penis. I felt the each thrill as his sack pounded my clit. I felt his lust as he focused on my beautiful ass.
In the thick fog of lust I spit out orders. “Fuck me Edward!” I ranted. “Fuck me hard!”
He fucked me hard. He fucked me for hours, pounding me until I was drunk on the pleasure. We fucked until the pleasure began to seem like all there was in the world. The white light was glowing in my entire body. The pressure of the light began to increase until I felt like I would explode. Edward moaned in pleasure as he let himself peak. Finally, the light burst into a billion particles of light. He throbbed inside me and convulsed with delight. The feeling of two orgasms at once was more than I could handle. I never knew anyone could feel this amazing. I floated in a mystical space, barely aware of anything around me. All I could focus on was the incredible sensation of fulfillment and wholeness.
After the ecstasy everything moved in slow motion. Edward spooned me. We held each other the rest of the night, what little there was left of it, without speaking a word.
I sort of noticed when the sky began to lighten. The tiny ocean outside turned from black to gray, and a lark started to sing somewhere very close by – maybe she had a nest in the roses.
“Do you miss it?” I asked him when her song was done.
It wasn’t the first time we’d spoken, but we weren’t exactly keeping up a conversation either.
“Miss what?” he murmured.
“All of it – the warmth, the soft skin the tasty smell…
I’m not losing anything at all...
I could really appreciate him now – could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body with my strong new eyes, every angle and every plane of him. I could taste his pure, vivid scent on my tongue and feel the unbelievable silkiness of his marble skin under my sensitive fingertips. My skin was so sensitive under his hands, too.
He was all new, a different person as our bodies tangled gracefully into one on the sand-pale floor. No caution, no restraint. No fear – especially not that. We could love together – both active participants now. Finally equals
Like our kisses before, every touch was more than I was used to. So much of himself he’d been holding back. Necessary at the time, but I couldn’t believe how much I’d been missing.
I tried to keep in mind that I was stronger than he was, but it was hard to focus on anything with sensations so intense, pulling my attention to a million different places in my body every second; if I hurt him, he didn’t complain.
A very, very small part of my head considered the interesting conundrum presented in this situation. I was never going to get tired, and neither was he. We didn’t have to catch our breath or rest or eat or even use the bathroom; we had no more mundane human needs. He had the most beautiful, perfect body in the world and I had him all to myself, and it didn’t feel like I was ever going to find a point where I would think, now I’ve had enough for one day. I was always going to want more and the day was never going to end. So, in such a situation, how did we ever stop?
It didn’t bother me at all that I had no answer.
From the start, we were all over each other. In our haste to strip out of our clothes and wrap our selves into each other, we fell on the floor. Rolling and jostling for position, our instincts directed the power play that ensued. Edward, ever the gentleman, tried to assume the classic male position, while I, full of newborn strength, used my advantage to get the upper hand, pinning him to the ground. I grinned in victory. When Edward’s slight dismay was apparent I decided to play coy and let him start the fireworks.
“Take me how you want me” I whispered in his ear, and rolled to the side. In a flash I was scooped up and gently laid onto the beautiful white bed with flowing gossamer.
Edward’s eyes transfixed on mine, burning with black desire like smoldering coals. His white skin seemed to glow in the blue moonlight. The strong features of his jaw, brow, and neck seemed to melt my bravado into sheer submission.
Deftly, Edward straddled my thighs. Bending low to my neck, he took a deep breath.
“You smell even sweeter than ever” he sighed. And with that he began to cover my body with a thousand of small kisses. Each kiss, perfectly planted. I relaxed into his touch while his lips lazily nibbled on a sensitive spot at the back of my neck. He moaned softly and moved his hand up my leg. Then he moved down from my jaw line, over my collarbones, and onto - my newly improved breasts.
Before my transformation I had never been very proud of my figure, but my breasts were always the one exception. They were surprisingly impressive. Perky, supple, round and full, they were usually the first thing a guy noticed about me. More often than not I caught fleeting looks from guys checking out my shapely chest. But now, after the transformation, my new body was simply unbelievable. With a slightly longer, more elegant neck, strong shoulders, perfectly toned arms, a lithe stomach, arched back, hips to die for, a tight little behind, and my breasts - they could stop an army dead in their tracks with one flash. Perfectly round and supple, my eagerly alert nipples were surrounded by dark circles. They were a perfect pink, with sensitive bumps that could feel every miniscule touch. And now Edward was about to give my new, glorious breasts his full attention.
Gracefully, he positioned his mouth an inch above my left breast. With cat-like precision his soft tongue traced a half circle below my breast - right where the heavy flesh connects to my torso. Moving up to the top again he continued another circle, slightly higher. Again he tickled my sensitive breast with his incredible tongue. My anticipation was growing with each circle. I waited for the moment of gratification. He moved closer now, zeroing in on the target. And then he closed his mouth over my me and sucked long and hard.
With my newly enhanced senses the delight was more intense than I could have imagined. A tingling feeling of goose bumps and shivers ran down my naked skin and exploded into a hot fire down low. I closed my eyes to focus on this glorious feeling.
His tongue worked wonders on my tight bud. Suckling it with determination, I could see the satisfaction in his face. His eyes met mine and he grinned – taking the teat between his teeth and slowly biting down. My initial anxiety was quickly allayed when the only feeling I had was pleasure. Evidently my hard nipples were very, very hard. Rolling it between his teeth, his tongue danced lightly over the tip, massaging the bumpy skin. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing it slightly to push the nipple up, higher on the peak. Then he lapped it hard – flattening his tongue on it, brazing it with his taste buds.
My other nipple was feeling left out of the party, so I gently guided his face to the right side. Arching my back, I pushed it higher, eager to insert it in his mouth.
I was surprised when, in an instant, Edward was on me, his body hovering over me. The cool heat from his skin radiated inches above mine. His jeweled eyes glittered with intensity as they searched mine. He held himself perfectly above my skin, keeping a small pillow of air between us.
He teased me with his presence, raising himself up as I fought and twisted to touch him. My head pulsed in a strange broken meter, and I wondered if this was some lying dream that I was about to wake up from. He kissed me softer at first, and then suddenly stronger, fiercer. As our lips embraced I tried to remember to be gentle with him, but it was hard work to remember anything in the onslaught of sensation, hard to hold on to any coherent thoughts. It was like he’d never kissed me – like this was our first kiss. A fire built up inside me.
How singular this kissing was! I was radiant with the sensation of his cheek brushing against mine. The smell of his breath sent whispers of electricity through my skin. I noticed his perfect body, smooth and strong arms, such perfect planes and features. His face was glowing – like a white flame burned from behind his diamond skin. Like Michelangelo’s David, he was perfectly sculpted in solid white marble. My hand explored the curve of his backside, perfect.
His pale tongue darted from his lips and slowly moved down my skin. I threw my head back as he moved over my chin. Leaving a faint trail of venom, he traced down over my neck, into the hollow between my collar bones.
Continuing downward, he waved his tongue from side to side in lazy arcs between my breasts, eventually reaching the bottom of my ribcage. When the tongue reached the peach fuzz around my oval belly button - it was all I could do to hold still. My new vampire senses were more than I had counted on. I could feel each hair follicle shoot thousands of sensations into me as they bent under the ever so light pressure of his tongue.
He traced the slight trail of invisible peach fuzz that flowed from my belly down the trail, lower and lower. The farther he went down the slower he seemed to go. An involuntary sound escaped my lips as the sensations welled up in me.
As his tongue reached my dark, cropped hair a low carnal growl came from Edward. I could hear the rabid hunger inside him, racing to break out. My legs involuntarily widened in invitation as he found his way home.
Teasing me, he worked from the outside in. His tongue traced a line from my hipbone, down between my thigh and my vulva to the apex, and back up the other crease. Then he passed back around, moving in closer to ground zero. His lips brushed mine. I could feel his hot breath raise the hairs as he gently blew on my shrine.
I became wet, liquid seeping outward from the depths of my body – my new sense of smell revealed the smell was clearly similar to the venom in Edwards mouth. Edward nibbled on an inner lip and began to knead it with his lips.
He moved along the length of it and passing onto the other side. He parted my folds, stroking me as he swirled a path to my dark cavern. His marble tongue seemed soft as velvet as he began to lap between the petals of my sensitive flesh. At last, the pressure hit the critically sensitive spot. Edward’s gaze was serious. He held mine as he leaned in again and sucked the flange of flesh into the heat of his mouth. He sucked me like I was his own personal mango. His tongue lingered there at the altar of love, softly pressing and retracting in playful motions. He lapped at me, swirling and dipping through my slit as if searching for every drop of moisture. Like a boy in a theme park, he explored every crevice.
His hands reached up to my hip bones and affixed themselves like stones, pivoting me to an inclined angle. The world seemed to stop spinning as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into my love canal. Pushing into me with such a surprisingly long reach - I could feel every ridge of his taste buds as explored my velvet cave. Swirling and twisting, he pleasured me from the inside. He held still for a slight moment, pausing for effect. I arched my back as he leisurely withdrew himself, the hunger immediately burning inside me. I needed to be filled with him.
He pushed into me again, faster this time. His tongue was all I could think about; cold, and thick in my silk funnel. He moved in and out with greater intensity, building a steady rhythm. As the meter quickened I began to swell with the pressure. The venom flowed from me, mixing with his venomous saliva. I gripped the bed posts above my head to brace myself for the intensity of the sensations. I pulled my knees into my chest, my feet floating high in the air. His deft fingers stretched my lips wide, pulling my sensitive flesh tight. The tremors of the rhythm of his tongue began to shake me from head to toe. My breasts began to jostle, dancing up and down to Edward’s movement. The bed began to rattle and seemed like it would collapse. For a moment I wondered how Edward could keep up the speed, then I realized his vampire body could move at incredible speeds forever, without the slightest hint of tiring.
His tongue transitioned from an in and out motion to a smaller, more controlled movement, creating a steady vibrating rhythm. The vibrations seemed to hum a musical tone in the night.
I tightened over his buzzing tongue, feeling the burn of the rapid motion. The pitch elevated as he moved faster and faster. The room seemed to disappear. I could see colors danced before my eyes and a rush of sound seemed to fill my ears as I drowned in the moment.
What happened next cannot be described with rudimentary words. It was as if a white light burst inside me, between my legs, shooting rays of light through every nerve ending in my body. The pleasure seemed to happen in slow motion, my body convulsed with heaving throbs of awareness, sweeter than sunlight, richer than chocolate, thicker than blood.
I could feel the electricity and chemical reactions travel through each synapse in every nerve. The sweet rush pulsed through my body, moving out from the center point into the extremities. What seemed like hours passed in a few moments and I found my self breathing in heavy gasps of air, a residual instinct from my human side. The feeling permeated my body and settled like a thick layer of pixie dust over my skin.
As the afterglow pulsed through my body I reached between my legs and grabbed Edward by the head. With my newborn strength I pulled him up and flipped him over me with one smooth motion. He landed belly down, facing the opposite direction.
With expert agility I tilted my head back and caught his erection in my mouth, it sank deep and straight. The taste was sweet, musky, like cloves, cinnamon, and vanilla. For as much as vampires smelled good, they tasted even better. I sucked his thick flesh hard. Edward gasped in panic so I let up a little and used my tongue to bring back the pleasure. Rolling my tongue around the shaft made him relax more and he settled in for a nice ride on my face. I lifted his hips, my fingers digging into his hard buttocks. I easily moved him in and out of my mouth. Surprisingly, I had no gag reflex. I pulled him inside of me slowly, forcing him deeper on each thrust. There was so much of him to take in. Finally, my chin hit his dark patch of curls and his sack of balls rolled off my nose. The length of him had penetrated deep down into my throat.
It was during these first few moments of giving Edward pleasure that I noticed an odd feeling. For every stroke of pleasure I gave him my body received waves of inexpressible bliss. It took me a while to sort through the sensations and figure out what was happening. It had not occurred to me that I would receive pleasure from touching as well as being touched. Evidently, my ability to empathize with others transferred itself to love making. Perhaps this was one of the attributes that had been amplified by my vampire transition. I could feel all the pleasure I dished out.
Whatever the reason for this magical transfer of pleasure, I didn’t have time to ponder it much. The task at hand was too enthralling because this completely changed the way I had ever thought about oral sex. Every deep thrust sent shivers of delight into the corresponding parts of my body. I buried him deep inside my face again and again, soaking up the supernatural pleasure.
After a while Edward chuckled devilishly and growled “Two can play at that game”. Instantly, he buried his face in my hairy mound. Receiving double the pleasure was almost more than I could bear. His tongue rippling over my clit was sending spikes of intense satisfaction through my skin. My lips and tongue sucked the pleasure from his huge, slick penis with inhuman speed. Edward reciprocated with the vibrating tongue trick and I could feel the light starting to shine in my lower regions again. At this time I became aware that we could keep this up for hours, days, weeks, without getting tired of it. And it felt so good I could not think of a reason to stop. Then I thought of a reason.
With one quick tug I flipped him over, so he was lying on me, face up, staring at the ceiling. His thick legs sprawled around my head. Edward lay very still, waiting to see what I would do. I reached up over his hips and felt his rigid chest. I traced his abs, rippled with a washboard of muscles, down to his hips.
I turned my head and kissed his thigh, tasting his vampire sweetness. A slight spasm shot through Edward. For a moment it dawned on me that I could now play with him, teasing him as long as I wanted.
I turned my head and kissed his other thigh, licking it with long, deliberate licks. Edward turned his head slightly and kissed my thigh back with an equal fervor. With my eyes closed I cautiously trickled my fingertips inward from his hips. The thrill that shot through me as my fingers brushed over his most precious parts surprised me.
I gently stroked his member and felt the smooth hardness. It was a contradiction, being both solid and hard as a marble carving, and yet, smooth and pliable. Edward felt solid and slightly heavy in my hands. The vampire gods had definitely endowed him well.
The sensations flowed into my fingers as I stroked Edward. These feelings were new and intense. I couldn’t see my fingers moving over his penis, but the feelings emitted a picture in my head of electric arcs flowing from his shaft to my fingers. Was this what it felt like for Edward when he touched me with his tongue? How waas it possible that the one giving pleasure could feel everything that was given?
I pulled his body higher up on mine and let the venom in my mouth build up. With a slight lift of my head I was face to face with my favorite parts of his body. My tongue glided across his balls like the head of a snake.
Edward’s pleasure was evident by his moan, but even more by the pleasure that traveled up my tongue and down my throat. Wanting more, I circled his sack. I wet it down with venom, drooling it off my tongue.
Moving closer, I encircled his sack with my lips. With gentle manipulation I sucked it entirely in my mouth. Edward’s voice swooned in glory. I ran my wet tongue around in my mouth, letting it brush against his sensitive balls. I felt his pleasure soak into me. It was like someone listening to a symphony. His pleasure was mine. I felt it all, every slight sensation.
I moved my tongue lower, keeping his sack in my mouth and ran it down the backside, down to the space between his legs. I repeated this for a while, feeling Edward revel in it.
His sensations were my guide, I let my tongue explore him, testing his feelings as I traveled in every direction. My explorations had found a source of incredible pleasure for Edward, and thus for myself as well.
Pulling back, I released him from my mouth. I grabbed his thighs below the knee and lifted them higher, pushing them back against his chest. I ran my tongue below his sack. The sensations that Edward felt were exhilarating, almost intoxicating. I tongued him further, with random swirling motions. He purred with pleasure, and grabbed my thighs surrounding his head, digging his nails into my unbreakable skin.
My tongue moved lower, finding the puckered skin, rigid and full of nerve endings. For a brief moment it occurred to me that since vampires don’t eat, they never used this orifice for anything similar to humans. It was like the appendix for a human, utterly without purpose. But I immediately found that one purpose was still evident.
With senseless abandon I licked him there. The accompanying pleasure was so great for me that I wanted nothing more than to lick it forever. It was like a piece of candy to me, sweet and citric. The taste of pleasure had never been so sugary.
Such powerful emotions. I’d been prepared for the thirst of blood, but not for the thirst of pleasure. I stopped to slather my hand with thick, slobbery venom and wet his hard shaft with my fingers, gliding my hands up and down over his long, thick phallus.
My tongue went back to work, circling at first, and then lapping it up with a flattened tongue. I let my taste buds move over his sensitive skin. Edward was shaking with delight.
“Oh, Wonderful” I groaned in my head. “Perfect”. Now I could never deny that I had “kissed his ass”.
My venom welled up in my mouth and lubricated his opening. I prodded with more force, pushing into him. Edward’s sensations traveled through my tongue and dissolved into my body. It was surprisingly similar to how it felt for me when his tongue entered me. The sensations were incredible.
I pushed with more force, forgetting everything except for the sweet desire to give Edward everything I could. Edward spasmed in reply, his body involuntarily jerked, his penis throbbed in my hands.
I squeezed him harder, pushed deeper, and wiggled my tongue around, creating waves of pleasure in my mouth, almost as great as it was between my legs, but still not quite as powerful. Could anything be better than that explosion of light between my legs?
Swirling around and around, I probed him deep, in and out. The musky scent of his manliness engulfed my nostrils. Round and round, twisting my tongue into every possible shape, I gave Edward, and myself, a blissful licking.
I heard him choke out sighs of relief as I slowed down and repositioned my self. I decided to get a little more attention from him so I rolled out from under him and straddled his mouth, facing his feet. I pulled my legs forward and sat up, shaking my hair out. I was careful to keep myself firmly planted against Edward’s hard working mouth.
From this viewpoint I could see his impressive body. Displayed in its full glory, his large male member, slick with venomous juices, it was pulsing rock solid against his washboard abs. The length was incredible. The girth was almost scary. It was uncircumcised, which drove me wild before my change. I couldn’t wait to see how it felt to fuck it now.
His soft foreskin remained intact, with the engorged head pushing up through the opening. It boasted a bulbous head, engorged and sensitive. The velvet skin, veined and thick, filled and throbbed as I ogled him. If ever a penis could be considered a work of art, his was a masterpiece - an instrument of pleasure and a symbol of Edward’s masculine strength.
He pulled himself up from me and swiftly flipped me over, kneeling, face down in the bed. My face was buried in a pillow.
“Now you must succumb to me.” Edward teased. “Give in and let me use you for my personal delight.” I had no intention of arguing.
I could feel his stare on my rear of my new goddess of a body. I could feel the hunger in his eyes. I felt exposed. Everything was showing, vulnerable, utterly defenseless… and I loved it.
Edward bent over and licked me from bottom to top, from the front of my slit to the small of my back. He slathered me with his venom. It felt slightly electric on my skin as it began to dry. With a quick jerk Edward’s hands gripped my hips and drew my backside to him. My face was pressed deep into the pillow. I had no need to breathe so I just stayed in the dark, letting my blindness increase the feeling.
Edwards’s fingers traced up my thigh and glided through my slotted mound. He used both hands to massage each of my folds. I could feel the moisture drip and run down my legs as he awakened the my little beast. His fingers probed deeper into my vagina. Two fingers… now three. They lined the opening from one end to the other, pulling the skin taught. Then, in an instant, they were fixed on my hips.
His large, solid shaft pushed against me and parted my lips. I bit my lip in anticipation. I writhed under him while his cock remained poised at my entrance. I nudged him in encouragement, but he held back, ignoring his rampant ache for me.
I pushed my wet folds against him, but his rough foreskin slipped forward over my clit with tantalizing gentleness. I needed him in me. I needed to be filled. I pushed against him again.
The swollen head popped through my opening with such a feeling of satisfaction that I could not contain the shriek of appreciation. Sounding more like a woman in pain, than a woman in pleasure, I moaned, almost sobbing with pure emotion. Edward pushed himself in deep and hard, filling me more than I knew was possible. His body slammed into mine, sending ripples across my sensitive lips.
My pleasure was mine, and his was also mine. I never knew vampire sex could be so incredible.
Edward pulled out slowly, almost fully withdrawing, then he slammed it home again, filling me to the hilt.
“Damn.” That’s all I could think.
Again, he slammed it home with even more force. My eyes were filling with lights again.
Repeatedly he fully withdrew, and with perfect aim, slid right back home, right back where he belonged. His hands on my hips were pulling and pushing me, adding to the force of the penetration. He pounded me without letting up for what seemed like hours. And it was heaven.
I just took it all, accepted him fully. Every withdrawal met with anticipation and a slight invitation, my body bending ever so slightly to make the next entry easy. Every time he drove into me I could feel his sack, filled with balls of steel, slap my exposed clitoris. The speed and force increased until his dick felt like a jack hammer on my pussy.
I focused on the pounding of his balls. They drummed steadily on my sensitive spot and intensified the incredible feeling of penetration. I felt the tight silky skin of my vaginal wall flow over his rippling rod of pleasure.
I clenched on him, squeezing him tight. The light that seemed to grow between my legs was getting stronger and stronger, filling my body with energy. The venom dripped from my engorged lips and his wet cock, running down my thighs.
The steady rhythm rocked my breasts forward and back. My sensitive nipples brushed against the bed, growing hard with the friction. The light spread to them, glowing white hot as they slid on the sheets.
Edward plunged into me with reckless fury, his cock thick and hard, spreading me and using me for his pleasure. I was his - to use as he wished. My ass rocked against him, fully exposed and spread wide, meeting his every thrust with a fury of my own. We fucked mindlessly, as though every thrust would be the last but knowing full well that our ecstasy could be endless.
As the pleasure increased I felt Edward’s right hand slip from my hip and travel across my body to the center, where we were joined. His thumb pushed on the placed just above our junction. The white hot feeling glowed brighter.
He rubbed me, all around our union, sending thrills through my taut flesh. Then his thumb moved higher, taking the juices with it until it rested slightly on my exposed, puckered ring. In gentle circles, Edward massaged my bottom, probing my entrance as he pumped me in a steady rhythm. I could feel the white hot burn of pleasure as he awoke the sensations of my most private entrance.
No longer human, I knew that the opening served a new purpose - one of pure pleasure. I wanted more. I pushed against him, relaxing myself as his thumb pushed deeper.
The sensation was so new, so erotic, that I nearly forgot about Edward’s huge cock buried deep inside me. As his thumb sank deeper and deeper I clenched it and rode him hard and fast.
Pivoting up and down, I whipped his shaft around inside me. His finger was a focal point of pleasure, and I couldn’t decide what to focus on. I whipped myself around his penis with disregard to what I could do to him with my newfound strength.
Edward growled with delight and pumped into me, hot thick desire building even stronger than ever.
Not only could I feel every thrust from my perspective, but I could also feel his sensations, the hard manliness penetrating my tightness. I experienced each wave of his pleasure as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel every throb as my velvet skin caressed his penis. I felt the each thrill as his sack pounded my clit. I felt his lust as he focused on my beautiful ass.
In the thick fog of lust I spit out orders. “Fuck me Edward!” I ranted. “Fuck me hard!”
He fucked me hard. He fucked me for hours, pounding me until I was drunk on the pleasure. We fucked until the pleasure began to seem like all there was in the world. The white light was glowing in my entire body. The pressure of the light began to increase until I felt like I would explode. Edward moaned in pleasure as he let himself peak. Finally, the light burst into a billion particles of light. He throbbed inside me and convulsed with delight. The feeling of two orgasms at once was more than I could handle. I never knew anyone could feel this amazing. I floated in a mystical space, barely aware of anything around me. All I could focus on was the incredible sensation of fulfillment and wholeness.
After the ecstasy everything moved in slow motion. Edward spooned me. We held each other the rest of the night, what little there was left of it, without speaking a word.
I sort of noticed when the sky began to lighten. The tiny ocean outside turned from black to gray, and a lark started to sing somewhere very close by – maybe she had a nest in the roses.
“Do you miss it?” I asked him when her song was done.
It wasn’t the first time we’d spoken, but we weren’t exactly keeping up a conversation either.
“Miss what?” he murmured.
“All of it – the warmth, the soft skin the tasty smell…
I’m not losing anything at all...
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