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“Rrg-, Heatheeeeeerrrrr.”
It has been an enjoyable, thought-provoking pastime of mine as of late to consider all the ways my lovers were different, along with the differences in my love for them.
Perhaps it’s a cliché, but Raine, of course, is the warm and shining sun in my heart. Her light has been a ray of hope in my most desperate hours and every day is made brighter by her surefire smile. Loving her comes so easily; every day I simply wake up, see her brilliance right by my side, and know that she would do anything to make me happy. And I just can’t help but feel the same way.
“Heaaa-heaaather, mmmng!”
If Raine is my sun, I may as well continue the analogy by naming Zheng as my moon. My left hand’s presence waxed and waned throughout the days, with her being out of the house so often. It was hard for me to come to terms with it at first, every time she left, I thought it might be the last I’d see of her. But now I understand that just as the sun will rise every day, so too will the moon eventually come back into full view and return to our home. It often makes the moments that she’s with me, radiating her furnace-like heat into my back and telling old war stories, that much sweeter. She is a rare treat, and she makes my abyssal instincts feel oh so at home in her lap.
Though now that I think about it, isn’t she quite similar to an outdoor cat? She purrs when she talks, for one, and runs out of the house to hunt and play. I suppose the manor is too small to provide proper enrichment for her. That thought made me lightly giggle into the back of my hand.
So, what kind of animal was Raine then? Zheng did call her a “little wolf,” but I don’t think the near-immortal warrior would appreciate being described as a house cat in comparison. Besides, Raine wasn’t really a wolf to me as she was to any and all outside threats. Hmmmmm, so what would she be then…
“Urg-gurk! Stah-haahp…!”
Oh! Yes, and then there was the newest addition to my h…h…h-harem. Even thinking about the term and its application to my polycule (another shame-inducing word) was a bit much. Somehow, I was treated like the odd one out on the subject; feeling guilty when no one else in the house seemed to care. Evee mentioned that it was even a popular genre of anime! What kind of d-deviant stories could those shows be about!?
…
…Would they be worth watching together…?
I-in any case, my romance with Seven-Shades-of-Sunlight was totally unique in both its color and composition from my other two loves. Perhaps that was due to how suddenly our relationship developed, with her transition from ‘mysterious alien benefactor’ to ‘instant fiancée’ in the flick of a switch. The change in her presentation was equally drastic, I first knew and communicated with her as a mirror of myself (which was extremely uncomfortable and unsettling for me) before she started maintaining a consistent form in the goblin-like vampire with a wildly different personality. For her mask of comfort to be so… so opposite of what she felt she needed to show me in the beginning… that gap was extremely cute, in my humble opinion.
And the emotions she inspired within me were just so completely unlike what I felt for Raine or Zheng, too. Her diminutive body, though only slightly smaller than mine, made me feel so large when I held her within my grasp, an aspect that my abyssal side relished having the chance to enjoy. Though I absolutely loved it when Raine took charge and showed me who I belonged to, a thought that quickly shot a bolt of warmth to my core, I was quickly discovering how much I enjoyed doing the same to Sevens. I couldn’t help but toy with, and caress, and tease Seven-Shades-of-Sunlight; show her just who had dominance in this relationship.
“H-heaatheeeerr-reerrr, g-gurlk!”
“Oh, hush Sevens, I’m trying to think.”
But I supposed she had the right to whine, I had been playing with her for the past thirty-or-so minutes, after all.
The full set of my six tentacles were out; my abdominal reactor adding a very pleasant warmth to the rest of my arousal. Four tentacles were dedicated to each of Seven’s limbs, pinning her to our mattress and a couple of pillows against the headboard. Another had been gently petting her face by smudging her springy cheeks and rifling through her silky hair but was now lodged firmly in her mouth to stop her little interruptions. I let out a hum of approval as she slowly started to suck on the rainbow appendage, her needlepoint teeth only just digging into the thick, undulating surface.
My final tentacle was gliding back and forth across her sodden folds, coiled around and between her thin legs. It did so almost automatically as I was lost in thought, though I made sure to change the pattern of movement every so often, keeping Sevens stimulated but never giving enough to push her over the edge. Of course, texture was important too, and it was a simple thing to add ridges, grooves, and bumps to my tentacle’s exterior. With each variation, I extracted new, delightful groans and small words from my captive, and the tactile sensation on my end was very pleasing.
I had no doubt that she could free herself from my firm grip, either by using her teleportation nonsense or just pulling herself free. Surely that slight, vampire form of hers had more strength than met the eye. However, there were two remarkably simple reasons why she did not, despite her whining.
The first is that I told her not to, and the second is that she loved it.
Sevens put up a meager front, but the truth of the matter is that she wanted this treatment as much as I desired to give it.
From my seat at the foot of the bed, I looked Seven-Shades-of-So-Sweetly-Submissive directly in her lidded, teary eyes and knew for a fact that she craved more. No hyper-dimensional brain-math was necessary to figure out her equation.
“Well,” I sighed, standing up and smoothly walking to the left side of the bed, “You have been fairly obedient so far Sevens, though hardly quiet.”
I leaned over and propped up my face a short distance away from her writhing head.
“Perhaps you would like a reward?”
With a wet gurgle, my tentacle slid its way out of Sevens’ throat and her mouth after. She managed to drag it down a bit deeper than I originally intended, but luckily my petite fiancée had no reason to worry about petty airway blockages, it’s not like she actually needed to breathe. I had forgotten about that, to be honest, but I filed the tidbit away for later.
My tentacle held steady over my captive’s face as the tip peeled away in three strips to reveal a long, metallic needle. A thrum passed along the limb’s length and a thick, crimson droplet emerged at the very tip.
Sevens’ body went rigid at the sight of my blood, her red-and-black eyes wider than a saucer as she recognized what was hovering just over her nose. She jerked her head back to swipe the blood with her tongue, which was quite a bit longer than I expected, but I swiftly moved my tentacle out of its reach.
“Mnnnrg, Heatherrrr,” she whined, still making a futile effort with her tongue.
“Now, now, Sevens,” I chided, placing my lips gently against her ear and giving a playful lick against the ridge. Oh dear, it was baffling to feel how much I enjoyed watching her squirm from just that simple act.
I then spoke in an intimate, teasing whisper, “You know exactly how to ask for what you want.”
Her eyes pulled away from my tentacle to look at my soft smile, and her head swung sharply to the side to hide her embarrassment from me.
“P-p-please…” She barely sputtered the word out in that cute, raspy voice of hers. It likely didn’t help that my other tentacle hadn’t stopped moving for a second, taking agonizingly slow strokes over her sex.
This was my favourite part of our sessions: making her beg. Such a powerful creature as she was, sure she was no Zheng when it came to pure physical strength, but Seven-Shades-of-Sunlight was still an outsider, still the daughter of the King in Yellow, and still very much capable in her own right, even after redefining herself.
And she was all mine, under my control. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all because she wanted to be and could not get enough of my love. Oh, how nearly every fiber of my being salivated over my sweet, delectable fiancée in that moment… I… Okay that may be a bit much, and I should probably examine those instincts at a later date, but for now, I had a captive to get back to.
“Please what, Sevens?”
A heavy pause.
“Ggrg, please…” Sevens spoke in a soft, quiet voice.
“...Please let your l-little vampire have a ta-taste of your blood…”
Ooh goodness, what a rush! A wave of molten heat washed through my body, filling me with a near euphoric warmth. A groan of pleasure almost slipped from my lips, and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling. Physical pleasure was always nice and welcome but this… Surely this had to be on par, if not more rewarding, than a simple orgasm.
“Good girl.”
As I gave her my best sultry-Raine impression, I didn’t think it came close to the original, but Sevens sure seemed to like it by the downright obscene noise she made, my two tentacles slipped simultaneously into her waiting mouth and soaked folds. One contained a syringe with my scarlet lifeblood and the other was a thick intruder in her sex and ribbed for her pleasure. That’s a sex accessory thing, right?
I had learned early on in our romantic explorations that a little bit of blood goes a long way in sharpening Seven-Shades-of-Stuffed's senses, especially her sensitivity, as some kind of vampire-biology side-effect. She let out an exceptionally unique, long moan that made me smile wider with glee. My tentacle-syringe delivered only a couple more drops onto her tongue before retracting the needle, shoving its way into her throat, and starting its own rhythmic motion in perfect coordination with the one plowing through her bottom half.
I, in turn, experienced a wonderfully erotic sensation from the feeling of my otherworldly appendages sliding back and forth through Sevens’ pair of hot, wet tunnels. They were not pleasure organs in the same way that other parts of my body were, though my own core dripped with arousal by this point, but there was a deep satisfaction in feeling Sevens’ insides and granting her a pleasure beyond human means.
“Mmmg! M-mmph, ghnn!” My captive cried out and groaned around the intrusion in her throat as I whispered sweet nothings into her sensitive ears.
“That’s it, Sevens,” I cooed, breathing hard myself, “You're doing so well, such a good vampire. You’re so pretty like this. Let, let me hear your voice…!”
I’m not sure if it was actually because of my command or not, but Seven-Shades-of-Squirming never stopped making lust-filled noises over the course of getting thoroughly ravaged. I relished in her adorable gurgles, throaty growls, and other assorted barely human-like sounds, her options limited by my girth sliding through her windpipe. A typical person would have long suffocated by this point, but my Sevens was loving every second of having her throat filled.
I knew she would be reaching her peak soon and kicked her delightful torment into high gear, my tentacles plunging deep in-and-out of her throat and p-pussy (I will never get used to that word, no matter how many times Raine makes me say it in bed). I arched the tentacle in Seven’s sex, making sure to press hard against the extra-sensitive spot near her entrance with every pass and her voice rose an octave in response.
It was finally time for the coup de grâce. I took a few deep breaths and slid my hand down her front, over her soft, slight breasts and smooth stomach down to her crotch, spreading my fingers across her sex.
“Sevens, I need you to listen to me and pay attention.”
Even in her writhing pleasure she managed to lock her ruby irises with mine and gaze deeply into my being with pure adoration.
“My dear, darling, little vampire, I have a very important order for you.”
I leaned over to lay a gentle kiss on her cheek, brought my head back to her ear and whispered in the smoothest voice I could muster, underlined by an abyssal hiss.
“Cum for me~”
I ground the front of my palm into her clitoris, knowing that she could take the rough treatment; wanted it even.
She let out one, two, three more sharp sounds before a low, rumbling groan spilled forth around the tentacle in her gullet, emerging from deep within her small frame. My tentacles held strong-as-steel as she tried to draw her arms and legs close to her body, but I refused to let her hide her pleasure from me. She belonged to me, and I always loved to watch my fiancée writhe in blissful agony.
Her eyelids fluttered open and shut, the black-and-red eyes threatening to roll back into her skull from the overwhelming sensations. Sevens had no reprieve, no escape from the full brunt of my supernatural limbs and skillful ministrations as her climax continued. I could spend an entire day listening to my prisoner’s shuddering gasps and sobs; no one could possibly pull me away from this raw moment.
Still, her orgasm could not last forever, and as she came down from her peak, she gradually went limp in my grasp. My tentacles removed themselves from Sevens’ holes, sticky lines of her fluid dripping onto the sheets. Even though she clearly had no need for air, my vampire sucked in shaky breaths and her heavy panting filled the silence of the room.
I climbed onto the bed next to her and dragged her into my front, holding her close as she nestled her head into my modest chest. It was a gentle and caring post-coital cuddle. Though my tentacles were wrapped around her, they promised comfort rather than containment and I had one lightly rub circles into her back. I slowly stroked a hand through her midnight tresses, just barely scraping along her scalp as I ran my fingers down her hair.
“How are you feeling Sevens?” I asked softly, my hand continuing its soothing strokes. I always found it important after sex like this that we took time to decompress, share affirmations, and make sure that we both knew what the other felt.
“Warm,” She rasped, her voice muffled slightly by my breasts. “Good, mnn. Empty.”
“Empty?” I inquired. I knew the reason why, but it was always nice to hear her say it.
“I, urrg,” Seven-Shades-of-Adorable nuzzled further into me, her arms finally hugging back, and her legs intertwined with mine.
“I l-like being full… mrrrr, full of you…”
My heart swelled with her words, and I couldn’t help but nudge her head up to pepper kisses onto her brow.
“You’re so cute Sevens, I can barely stand it.” I nudged face up a bit further to look into her eyes. “You know I love you, right?”
“Mmm-mhmm,” She nodded.
“I adore these sessions with you, of course, immensely even.
“But,” I continued, “even if you weren’t my little vampire, if you choose to spend your time as a prim-princess, or whatever else makes you comfortable, I would still always love you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Sevens gave me the sweetest smile, showing just a sliver of her needle-filled mouth. “It’s the same for-rrr me. No matter what you do or what you become. I-I’m yours, Heather.”
I smiled back at her and brought Seven-Shades-of-Sweetheart close for a kiss. It was a slow, loving kiss, the kind that makes a warm, gooey feeling pool in your chest. The kind that makes you feel secure, serene, and so, so proud to have a girl like this as your partner.
I couldn't contain my joy and laughed against her lips before my smile slowly turned into a sly grin.
“Well, if you thought this was fun, my little vampire…” I spoke in a low tone, and Sevens’ eyes quickly snapped to attention.
I tilted her head to the side to give a long, languid lick along the side of her neck, all the way up to her ear, stopping to run my tongue around the rim and whisper inside.
“Just wait until you see what I have planned for our wedding night~.”