Darkness my old friend

  "Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

                             - The old astronomer to his pupil By Sarah Williams

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The trees watched her sympathetically as she walked towards the huge tomb that was a few minutes away from her. She had prepared for this day ever since she heard about the legend from her history obsessed friend.

  The wind blew past her without touching her skin, brushed against her smooth dark skin causing her to shiver, she was finally here. 

Gladio, the oldest and last vampire's tomb was right in front of her, silently asking her to come closer which she did, slowly. 

Moving the huge stone away she realized that it wasn't as heavy as her friend Stella had told her.

"Come closer." A husky voice whispered, heat rushed down her body. 

"I like it rough." She said suddenly confident 

"So do I." Gladio emerged from the darkness and Sandy swallowed nothing. 

He was tall, and his fangs were already out, they were the length of her middle finger. 

He wasn't wearing anything and Sandy struggled to keep her eyes on his handsome face. 

"There's no need to see what you can feel." He was in front of her in a split second. 

Her breathing became laboured and her cotton panties were dripping wet. His huge long erection was poking her stomach as he leaned down to kiss her neck. 

He pushed her against the wall breathing heavily. With his hand on her throat, he pulled her in and connected their lips together. It was different from her boyfriend's gentle kisses , there was need, possession and hatred in the way he kissed her. 

He tried to satisfy he's never ending hunger for her and she let him, enjoying the way he's body was pressed up against her. He let go of her throat and he's hands slid lower until he was raising her up with his hands on her ass. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt exactly what she did to his body. She grinded on him and he stopped moving. 

"You little slut." He's words sent shivers down her spine, her arousal reaching new heights. 

  "Give it to me, please." She begged. 

  He removed every item on her body with his mouth, his fangs slightly grazing her skin leaving marks. 

She moaned.

He lifted her and placed her on his shoulders, her face on his back. On their way to his coffin, he continuously gave her round butt a hit which left her a moaning mess. 

He laid her down in his casket and she welcomed the warmth that the casket gave her. 

"Touch yourself." He instructed and she led her two fingers directly into her pool of juices and a small whimper escaped her lips. 

Her fingers had a mind of their own as they drove into her repeatedly increasing their speed each time. 

Her moans echoed. 

She was about to reach her climax when he roughly grabbed her fingers and took them away from her drenched pussy. 

"I won't let your fingers do my job for me." He climbed in and slowly raised her legs until they were touching both her cheeks. 

She could feel his angry tip sliding up and down her opening and she couldn't take it anymore, she raised her hips and tugged him closer so that he could complete her with his infinite dick, she needed something to touch her heart just so she would know that she actually had one. 

"Fuck." He moaned.

He took over and slammed into her, his balls slapping her butt cheeks. He was going faster than any other guy that she had been with. 

They never wanted to go further, experiment with different kinks. Especially her favourite. 

As if he could read her mind, he gave her face a nasty slap and she whimpered.

"Yes, yes, moreee.." 

"Take it, take it all you pathetic little slut." His hands were on her nipples pulling and twisting while his mouth sucked on each occasionally to stop himself from moaning louder than she was. 

"Oh yes, daddy. Give it to me." 

Several slaps followed and she received each one happily. 

He withdrew from her and stepped out of the casket.

  She longed for his animalistic touch, his undiluted hunger and thirst. 

"Coward." She choked out and his answer was placing his still hard dick on her sore lips. 

"Suck the cowardice out of me." She sucked the tip in a long drag and he pulled at her hair, whispering sweet nothings to the ceiling above them. 

It only took five strokes of her mouth walls to make him turn into a moaning bitch. 

"Tell me who's dick this is?" She asked him as she licked his pre cum leaving him shaking.

"Yours." He moaned as he cumed into her waiting mouth. She stood up and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and they both swallowed. 

"Let me make your pussy sing." 

He closed the casket and laid her on top of it. He knelt down between her spread legs and dived tongue first, teasing her clitoris. 

"How much pain do you want to feel?" 

"Enough to make me wish I was dead." 

His nails dug into her sensitive thighs as he ate her out expertly and her brain couldn't decide whether to scream or moan. 

She tugged him closer and pushed his tongue deeper. His tongue was fucking her better than his dick was. 

"Hold it." He instructed as he continued worshipping and destroying her body. 

"I can't-'' he stuck his dick in and slowly fucked her. He didn't stop until her nails were taking down his back making paths for his sweat. 

"Now." He growled as he pounded harder and slower into her clenching pussy. "It's time to let go." He dug his fangs into her neck and she screamed out in pleasure. 

And as she orgasmed for the first time since they started, she let out her last breath.