Immortal Sins, Part three

Max ?Gone? Where will you go?? I ask, as I stand in the doorway to Ella?s kitchen. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. ?I don?t know yet. Wherever life takes me, I guess.? I couldn?t stand the thought of not seeing her. I couldn?t stand the thought of being left alone. I have to convince her to stay. A desperate surge comes over me and I walk up to her as she takes a sip of her water. She stares at me warily as I approach her but doesn?t back away. She likes a challenge. I can see that. She never backs away. I like that about her, I realize. I pull her in and kiss her full on the mouth. She drops her water bottle and the water splashes all around us but we are too engrossed in each other to care. She wraps her arms around me and I easily pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. I pull away for a quick second. ?Where to?? ?My room. Hurry,? she says, urgently. Within seconds, we are in her room and on top of her bed. We are wild; tearing at each others? clothes and kissing each other all over. She pushes me down on the bed and takes control. She grabs my cock and line it up to her pussy and pushes her body down on it. We both groan at the same time. I grab a hold of her hip and guide her as she bounce up and down on my hard cock. She moans and grunts each time my cock hits her cervix. My hips move in sync with her and I feel like I am in paradise. Her pussy squeezes my cock as she cums and I growl at her in pleasure. Her face is full of ecstasy as her body slams down on my cock. I can?t take it anymore; I flip us over so that she is laying on her back and I am on top. I fuck her hard and fast and she moans in pleasure. ?Fuck,? I groan out. I lift her legs up in the air and I penetrate her deeper. I can feel myself on the edge of cumming so I force myself to slow down, wanting to prolong this. I deliver long, slow strokes and she pushes her hips up to me, wanting more. I don?t want this to be meaningless sex like the first time. I want her to feel this. I want this to be a reason for her to stay around. I can?t lose her now when I have just found her again. She looks at me, frustrated that I am slowing down. ?What?s wrong?? she asks. ?Nothing is wrong,? I reply, still delivering long, slow strokes. ?Then why are you slowing down?? she huffs her impatience. ?Because,? I say. I didn?t know how to tell her without sounding desperate. ?Because of what, Max?? She groans as I slowly rub her cliterous while penetrating her slowly. Her body spasms and she moans. ?God, you are beautiful,? I say. She says something unintelligible and I continue to rub her cliterous. ?I want you to fuck me hard and fast Max. Not slow,? she growls. ?When was the last time you slowed down, Ella? You need to take life slowly and enjoy it,? I say, while keeping my eyes on her. She doesn?t reply. I stop rubbing her cliterous and I lean in towards her. "Enjoy taking things slow, Ella," I whisper against her lips before kissing her. She hesitates before returning my kiss, but she actually takes it slow. She moans as I continue to deliver my slow strokes and while we kiss. "Do you feel that?"I ask as I stare at her. She is the center of my attention. "Feel what?" she asks as she closes her eyes. "Open your eyes, Ella," I say. "Look at me and feel. This is more than just sex. I know it's not just me that feels it." She opens her eyes and stares at me. "Am I the only one who can feel the kind of connection we have between us?" I ask, desperate to know the answer. She shakes her head and I sigh my relief. "I don't know what I am feeling, Max," she moans. "But god, it feels good." I rest my head in the crook of her neck and continue to fuck her slow and nice. She feels so good against me. I kiss and lick her neck and she moans. "Oh Max, it feels amazing," she says. "Please, make me cum," she begs. I pick up my pace and fuck her hard. She moans and lifts her hips up to meet my thrusts. I stare at her face and she turns her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. I can see her vein. I can see the blood pumping through her vein. The desire to taste her blood while making love to her is so strong that I can't stop myself as I lean in towards her neck and sink my teeth into it. Blood gushes into my mouth and I hear her moan in pleasure. Her blood is so sweet, unlike any blood I have ever taken. So unique. So delicious. I suck in more blood, and she starts pounding her fists against me. "Max, stop," I hear. Stop? Why would I stop? This blood... It's delicious. I can't let this go to waste. I won't let it go to waste. I ignore her fist pounding against me and suck harder. I hear her groan in pain and I am ecstatic. Her heart slows and I am sad that this will be over soon. Where will I find blood this sweet? This... unique? I must savor this. I fuck her harder and suck her blood faster; turned on by the blood and the desire to savor this blood. I am enjoying this. I am in heaven. God, it's almost over. I feel despair Ankara bayan escort take over me as I realize it's coming to an end. And then I am on the bed. Nothing underneath me. Blood on the pillow. "What happened?" I muse. I hear whimpers from a room nearby and the monster inside me wants to go find that noise and finish it off. I am horrified. Ella. Where is Ella? I look at the pillow again and I realize what I have done. I let myself get carried away. I almost killed Ella. She could be close to dying. "No!" I scream out and in a flash I am off the bed and yanking on my clothes. I need to get away from here. No. I can save her. I just... I have to turn her in order to save her. But can I? She is a succubus. I can't possibly turn a succubus into a vampire, can I? I hesitate at the door to the room she is in. I hear her breathing slow and I panic. I can't save her. Succubus can not be turned into a vampire. I run out the house, horrified at what I had done. "I am sorry, Ella," I whisper and in a flash, I am gone. Within minutes, I am back at my place. I open the door and Anthony appears from the hallway. "Hey Maaxx..." he says slowly as he takes in my appearance. "Whoa. What happened?" he speeds toward me. "Anthony," I choke. "I- I killed her..." Ella I can feel him move inside me slowly. The heat of his body trapping me underneath. His hands rubbing my cliterous. Waves of pleasure rolls through me, despite the slow tempo. My back arch, in response. I grip the sheets desperately, trying to contain my moans. Never the less, I am breathless as I am helpless to the onslaught of pleasure. I am usually in so much control. I always made men cum quickly, but this man is something else. I feel weak from the amount of times he has pushed me to the edge. His broad shoulders are wrapped around me, his face inches away from mine. He could crush me at any moment, but his eyes stares at mine intensely. My hips buck up involuntarily to meet his thrusts, and I feel my body spasm against him. "Do you feel that?" Max asks all of a sudden. I could barely comprehend the words he is saying. ?Feel...What?? As he thrusts into me, every single movement completely and tantalizing slow. His hard length and skilled hands was making it impossible to think. My eyes close for a second before Max speaks. "Open your eyes, Ella," I look up at him with the last bit of self control I had. He holds me tightly and I have never felt so feminine and truly wanted in my life. This is paradise. "Look at me and feel. This is more than just sex. I know it's not just me that feels it,? he pauses and stares at me. ?Am I the only one who can feel the kind of connection we have between us?" he asks. I shake my head. I don?t understand what is going on, but I do feel something. There is a pull to him that I can?t explain. "I don't know what I am feeling, Max," I breathe out heavily. He thrusts again and I moan out. "But... god, it feels good." His face leans into the crook of my neck and he begins to lick it. I feel the nip of his fangs lightly graze against my skin. I want this man all over me, with me, in me, to be mine. The taste of his skin, the smell, the texture of his hair, the contours of his body, the bridge of his nose, and the deep rumbling in his chest, was everything I want. I want him more than I can ever admit, and I can?t think of a good reason why I do. All of a sudden, my pleasure spikes. How is he doing this? How can he have such control over my body? "Oh Max, it feels amazing," I say. "Please, make me cum," His tempo increases and I am on the edge. I know that if I look at him, it won?t last any longer so I turn my head to the side. Max licks my neck and I buck my hips up to him. This man is sexier than I know is possible. His fangs plunge into my neck suddenly and I almost forget how to breathe. The sudden pressure of his teeth, the blood seeping out of my neck, and his now furiously hard strokes makes me cum instantly. I moan desperately against him as I clamp down on him. My nails scratch down his back, and my legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer. My eyes roll back and I relax for only a second before every muscle in my body starts to spasm. Sharp pain shoots through my neck and down my body. Max continues to furiously plunge his teeth into me, and the pain intensifies. He is taking too much blood. "Max," I try to warn. But my words fall on deaf ears. I push him and beat against his arms but he doesn?t budge, except for the thrusting of his hips. I realize that the blood loss is making me weaker, and if I don?t move I will die. His hold tightens and I am at his mercy. I feel him apply more suction to my neck. His cock becomes harder, and he plummets inside me with a speed that I didn?t know was possible. I feel the thumping in my chest slow down and know that I am close to the end. I am going to die. Panic hits me like a freight train and I use the last bit of energy in me Escort bayan Ankara to slip out of his grasp and teleport into the adjacent room. I whimper at the pain barely able to breathe, every cell in my body feels like it is on fire. The teleportation took more energy from me than I had expected. I can?t breathe and my lungs is gasping, begging for oxygen. If only oxygen could help. He was killing me, draining me, and he didn?t stop? I manage to slip an eye open towards the door. It isn?t locked, part of me expected him to burst through the door and finish the what he had started but instead I hear him rustle past the door. "I am sorry, Ella," I hear him whisper, but his words confuse me. I force myself through the pain even though it would be so much easier if I just let my eyes close, but if I do, I know they won?t open again. I stare at my hand and will myself to support my weight. It holds. I grip a piece of furniture and pull myself up. Some of the blood begins to slowly trail down my collarbone and down my breasts. I need to live. I hesitantly take a step forward and then another. By the time I reach the telephone, I feel like fainting. I grab the receiver and dial Kassandra?s number. A chirpy hello, answers on the other line. ?Kassandra,? I manage to say. My body collapses on the floor and I focus on breathing. I am not going to die yet. ?I?m ready to pitch in that favor. No questions asked.? ?Girl, you sound like hell. Are you alright?? she asks. I don?t bother to respond. ?I need essence Kassandra. Fast. I know you have some so no bluffs.? ?Ella.? I cut her off, ?No Ellas, just get over here as fast as possible,? I hang up the phone and wait for her. Thirty seconds later she is in front of me. She is wearing scrubs and holding three bags of blood with her. ?I was at work, but looking at you. I can see why you cashed in that favor.? I never liked her but right now she is my only hope. I stare at her as pain?s grip tightens around my nerves. Knives was tearing into my chest. Shrapnel was in my throat. I am hanging on by a string that was being pulled to its limit. Kassandra pulls out a knife and before I could react, I was being fed blood. It trickles down my throat and I automatically gag but Kassandra?s hold on me is strong. I can?t even really register the taste. Kassandra stops, reach for the other two bags and gives them to me. I stare at them quizzically. I am not a vampire. This will never work. Then I realize that the blood that was supposed to be swirling in my stomach has already been wrung from its essence. I lift an eyebrow as I take another sip from the bag. How did she know this was going to work? Kassandra gazes back at me quizzically. ?You?re not the first to lose a lot of blood. Surprisingly, we can take the essence out of blood if we are at our absolute limit. This is ten times concentrated in plasma content. Enough to give you?? she stares at her watch, ?one to two hours? I consider my debt paid. Don?t ever call me again,? she says, staring at me hesitantly. I stare at her. I manage to scrape an, ?understood,? from my throat before she disappears. I finish the last of the second bag before I ravenously bite into the third. I am furious. Did Max plan this? Did he want to kill me? Is that why he took things so slow? Don?t be stupid, Ella. He apologized didn?t he? Sorry doesn?t fix anything. I am furious, in pain, and completely scared. I was minutes away from dying. The thought repeats itself again and again in my head. I didn?t die. I am alive, shaken, but alive. I toss the now empty bag aside and stand up. The sudden movement makes my vision swirl and my knees buckle underneath me. I need to feed. I slowly walk to the bathroom, and step into the shower. I scrub myself down and watch as the water turns pink. Every muscle in my body is weak and as much as I want to move slowly, I had remind myself that I was on a clock. I quickly step out of the shower, slip on a t-shirt and shorts. I pull on some sandals and walk out the front door. I had questions that needed answering, but first I need to feed. *** I ride my motorcycle into a biker?s pub nearby. After a couple drinks and laughs I begin to elaborate about how my motorcycle was giving me problems. I know that all it really needed was an oil change but with my deviously coy smile and innocent look, one of these bikers will volunteer to check it out. It will be the perfect opportunity to trap him without witnesses or wandering eyes. Surprisingly, the bartender stares at me and offers to help. ?I own a shop, down a few blocks. I could look at it if you like.? My face lights up. This is perfect. ?You are amazing! When can I get it to you?? I chirp with far more energy than what I was actually feeling. ?I get off in fifteen. You can follow me up there and we?ll take a look at it.? Why the little devil? Is he attempting to seduce me? He sees past my facade of innocent girl in Bayan escort Ankara front of him. He thinks that he could lure me away and use me but I can see through all of him too. His sweet smile and dark eyes spoke his real intentions. I can?t complain since we both shared the same goal. ?That sounds great. You are a lifesaver!? I say laughing at the double entendre. A lifesaver he is. After waiting fifteen minutes, I follow him to his apartment complex. ?Do you mind if I change real quick? I just don?t want to mess up these jeans with oil,? he asks, getting off his Harley. ?No problem, babe,? I calmly answer but deep inside I was growing impatient. I just need to get him somewhere where it was just him and me. ?Do you want to come inside?? he asks and I want to kiss him right then and there for making things easier. I feign a smile, ?Well, it is sort of cold outside? Sure, why not?? I follow him up the stairs and to the door. He steps inside and I follow. My demon instantly begins to secrete pheromones. It was completely unnecessary considering his own intentions, but patience isn?t my greatest virtue. ?Do you want something to drink?? he asks. ?Water would be great. Thank you,? I say pleasantly, never losing eye contact with him. He gulps, and I hear see his heart rate quicken. He pulls at his shirt uncomfortably. I sit down at the sofa and wait for my drink. He comes back and hands me the water. Before I take a sip, the smell of roofies hit me. He is better than I expected. He sits down beside me and I stare at him again. Without breaking eye contact, I set the glass down on the coffee table. I lean into him, and he backs away. ?Well, aren?t you a bad boy?? I whisper as my hands begin to trail down his chest toward the hem of his shirt. I see his body tense and his breathing begins to quicken. ?I can smell the roofies in the drink,? I say as I slip my finger tips underneath his shirt and drag my fingernails across his chest. ?You could have saved them for the next girl. It?s such a waste," I say seductively. I pull his shirt over his head as he sits completely in shock that I caught him red-handed. ?Do you like seeing sweet looking girls like me become your cum-sluts? How they beg you to let them go but you know deep down inside that they would just love to suck your cock. Am I right?? I am angry. I am forced to do what I do for survival, but him, he did this by choice. I would love to snap his neck right now if it wasn?t under these circumstances. I open the fly of his trousers and pull down his boxers to let his hard bulge spring free. He pulls my shirt off and seizes my breasts. I immediately slap his hands away. ?Why don?t you let someone else be in control for a while?? I say as I grind against his hard cock. I lay kisses down his throat and my hands explore the contours of his chest. All of a sudden I am whipped around and pushed right underneath him. He seizes my nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, grazing his teeth against my nipple before biting into it. ?You?re right,? he says. ?I bet you?re the best cock sucker out there, aren?t you dirty little bitch,? he says as his mouth envelops the other nipple, making an exasperated moan escape my lips. ?Why don?t you let me show you?? I quickly ask wanting this to be over soon. ?What did you say?? he asks purposely holding this out. He wants me to beg. The kinky bastard obviously doesn?t know the consequences he is about to bear. ?Let me suck your cock?? ?You?re not being very polite. If you want this cock in your mouth, you?re going to have to ask nicely,? he says while reaching down into the waistband of my panties and sliding them off. His fingers touch my clit and flicks it. ?Please. Let me suck your cock, sir.? I gasp. ?What did you say, slut? I can?t hear you. I don?t think you?re talking loud enough,? he says, contempt all over his face. I was getting impatient. I want a cock and cock I will get. I stare up at him and flip us over, making him land on the hard carpet underneath. I quickly use my t-shirt to twist his wrist together and bind him to the sofa. Then I use his t-shirt to do the same to his legs. A string of curses follows as I do so. I position myself right on top of him and smirk. Torturing him would be fun, but not today. ?I asked nicely the first time,? I say as I grab his cock and line it up with my pussy before pushing down. I let my demon take over, and my demon squeezes my muscles harshly so that I am milking his cock so hard, it would be a miracle if he lasted more than a minute. I rotate my hips and I place my hands on his chest to balance myself. He grunts, ?You tight little bitch. I?m going to cum.? I lean into him and as soon as he explodes inside of me, I let his twitching cock leave my tight hole, and latch my lips onto his. I swirl my tongue around his mouth and began to suck his essence out of him, savoring the masculine taste. His orgasm subsides but I?m not finished. I am famished and stopping had become an impossibility. He tries pushing me away as his body weakens but my hold is too strong. I milk every last drop from him until his hands go limp and his eyes are completely empty. I stare at him completely for the first time and realize that his eyes are actually hazel, and his hair is curly and brown.