parminder 05

When your senses come back you realise she is furiously fingering herself. “Nng. Ah-ah. Up. Come on, pet. Up.”

She whimpers when forced to abandon her own climax but obeys, sitting up tall on her knees. Your lips are centimetres from hers. Your hand traces patterns around her pussy, dragging an animal sound of need from her throat. She looks at you with begging eyes.

“Would you let me eat you, if I let you cum?”

She opens her mouth to say yes, but then stops short. Perhaps your expression, deadly serious, makes her realise you’re not just proposing to do to her what she has done to you. But you keep stroking, occasionally teasing where her lips are already heavy and parted, so she can’t quite think straight.

“You’re not… hah… full?”

“No.” She’s demurring. Your questing fingers stroke up her slit and sink deep into her pussy, causing her mouth to open into an O of surprise. You fill it with your tongue, stealing her breath with a kiss that tastes of you. When she begins to return it you begin to pump your fingers in and out of her.

She shudders with pleasure so you turn up the heat. Your thumb finds her clit then eases pressure onto it. Then you thread your fang clean through her lower lip.

The combination of sensations blows her mind. She manages an incoherent, explosive groan. But despite the fact she’s bleeding into the kiss, she can’t stop grinding her hips against your hand.

Like a kiss, you suckle at her lip. The flavours of her body play over your palate. Her adrenaline comes as a bright note over spicy arousal. Vital iron and salt call to the blood-red core of your hunger, make you want to gulp her down in great hot draughts…

“Can’t believe you bit… Please let me cum…”

“Answer my question.” Your incisors crush the site of your little puncture and she actually moans. Seems the pain is getting her off.

“Ha— how? Please, please, Raven—”

“I’ll let you choose. But Parminder. Answer me.”

All motion stops. The bite is released. You lean away from her kiss and hover away from her hips. She nearly screams with frustration.

“Fine! Yes! Anything! Just please let—”

“Say, ‘Please eat me, Raven.’” You flick her clit just to watch her twitch.

“Please eat me, Raven! Please let— aaaaah—”

Your lips at her throat and your hand railing her pussy together make her pant and tremble. The only thing that changes when your tongue finds her pulse point and you begin to bite is a little broken-voiced scream and the fact that she pulls you closer. Sensitive skin and survival instincts fail to prevent her from trying to fuck your hand as hard as she can.

She climaxes just as you begin sucking the life out of her.

Her heart in turmoil pounds mouthfuls of thick blood down your throat. Rich, full-bodied, sharp with alcohol and sparkling with lust, she gurgles into your stomach and joins the near-liquid food she bought for you.

She knows. She has to know what you are doing to her. But though tears are rolling down her cheeks, she still grinds against your hand. Her breath is still frozen in her chest. She fights frantically, but only to pull you closer.

Your belly reinflates, swelling like a tick’s. Now tight as a football between you both, pulling taut your pale skin. Even during her orgasm Parminder’s skin turns ashen as you guzzle down her vitality.

At length she finishes cumming and you finish drinking. This is the second time tonight you could simply eat her. A dangerous amount of her bloats and warms your tummy but she still has the strength to moan: a combination of weakness, confusion and lust.

Parm struggles to catch her breath. “What was… what was… Raven did you… Are you? …”

“Shh, pet. You’ll tire yourself out.”

“You’re really a vampire…”

A blood-and-cinnamon burp coquettishly admits the accusation.

“… I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

She leans back and your eyes meet. Her voice… Though the question was asked in despair her eyes are bright, searching.

“Yes.” You sense she is waiting for something more. “You’re mine.”

The sentiment makes her melt into you, not away. She cries for a few moments and you pull her into a close hug. Your mouth close to her neck doesn’t seem to bother her.

She shakily asks a question: “Is there any chance—”

“None. You are my prey. Best make peace with it now, pet.” You brush the hair from her smokey eyes.

In the ensuing silence you take her hands. Just the same as before you place them on your gorged belly. Only this time, she knows what to do.

Your stomach sloshes with nearly-digested food and fresh blood. Her blood. She diligently gropes in broad circles, helping ease herself deeper into your system. Even chases out another gut-clearing belch.

“How?”

“Mmh. I told you. Your choice.”

Her eyes roam your body. The belly she is massaging. “Not just drink my… my…”

“No. Though I could drink you dry.” You note the way she bites her lips and never stops rubbing your belly. “Or… you liked eating my pussy, didn’t you? You could do it again, deeper and deeper till you slipped inside me.” Her eyes widen. She sways. Her poor body can’t take this. “You want to serve and explore, I think. You could serve my bum. Explore deeper and deeper, till it swallows you up.”

Her scandalised expression makes you blush. You go on. “I could eat you a dozen ways. It’s in my nature to consume you. I could put you in a dream and absorb your mind. I could carve you into pieces and chew you up. With a spell I could mark you as mine, burn you, and breathe in the smoke. I could massage your body into mine like lotion. Do you understand? Your life ended when I chose you.”

Her attention to your tummy is making you sleepy. Of her own volition she had moved downwards, focusing on stimulating your intestines that have so much of her to absorb.

“… Which do you want to do to me?”

You reach out and pull her head to your stomach. She tries to pull away once but stops herself when she hears the placid gurgling inside. “It would be a shame to do anything other than swallow you up whole. You love my belly, don’t you?”

Parminder closes her eyes rather than answer. You stroke her hair, keeping her pressed against that place you hope will contain her soon enough.

“… Okay.”

You smile. Before you can open your mouth to speak she continues:

“But I want to ask a favour.”

Your hand strokes down the nape of her neck. “You can’t contact anyone—”

“—can I have one night? With you?” You raise your eyebrow. She sees your sceptical expression and continues quickly. “Even if we just, like, cuddle. I don’t want to go yet. And in the morning if you still want to eat me then well I guess you eat me, and then I guess we’re both happy.” Her voice and gaze lower shyly. “I only wanted to spend the night with you.”

“Deal.” You lean forward to kiss the top of her head, pleasurably compressing your belly. She rubs her cheek against the fattest part, just north of your belly button. “One night. Then in the morning, I swallow you alive.”