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"Okay…that should be the last of the little brats."
I turned to our foyer and watched my goth girlfriend, Delilah, as she switched off all the outside lights. It was the suburban homeowner's way of announcing "We're Closed" to any straggling neighborhood kids still trick-or-treating. If they hadn't knocked by 9:00, tough.
Besides, it was also a date night for us. Our second anniversary, to be more specific, so we were both eager to snuggle, watch a classic horror film, and eat popcorn. I dreamt about this night for several weeks, ever since my parents announced they were leaving town for the weekend. We planned to make the most of our opportunity.
Considering how we preferred to celebrate, it's a mystery how we ever got together in the first place.
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We met on this night two years ago…at a typical sorority party on campus. Partygoers were welcomed to the Victorian-style mansion with a stuffed witch "flying" across the front yard above a three-stone cemetery, hosting the likes of Tom B. Stone, Frank N. Stein, and Daisy Pusher. Orange, purple, and lime-green twinkling lights lined the pathway, porch columns, and the archway over the entrance. And, last but not least, over a dozen jack-o-lanterns of various sizes and grimaces guarded the door.
Once inside, my eyes were greeted by the usual college collection of drunken revelers, wearing seasonally appropriate slutty costumes, as questionable smoke floated in the air, and loud rock music beat against my eardrums. I loved it!
It didn't take long for a lovely woman to attach herself to my side. I assumed she was one of the sorority sisters, thanking my luck that she would have an easily accessible room upstairs. She was dark, quiet, and intense, as opposed to my geeky persona. I was dressed like a nerd, not too far of a leap for me. All I needed was a pair of fake Clark Kent-style glasses—without the thick lens, so I could actually see—to complete my outfit. Embarrassingly enough, I already had the clothes in my closet. With a moussed, overly neat hairstyle, I was good to go.
My new friend was dressed in a slutty vampire costume. A large black wig, spiky on top and long in the back, crowned a pale face adorned with black make-up. Her barely there dress plunged deep in front, almost to where I pictured her belly button lay waiting for me. The black dress made her pale chest and cleavage stand out in the many pulsing lights in the room. Pale, thick thighs peeked out between the lower hem of the dress and mesh thigh-high stockings that rose from her shiny black heels.
I was in lust!
I was thankful that her dark eyes stayed focused on me for the rest of the night. We talked a little, drank a little, and danced a lot. Oddly, no matter the music's tempo, we danced slowly. Arms wrapped around bodies, hands exploring, hips rubbing, and those dark eyes never stopped boring into my skull. In their celebration, our fellow revelers innocently bumped and jostled us, but we paid them no heed as we only had eyes for each other. After an hour of grooving on the dance floor, my new friend had enough foreplay and grabbed my hand as she led me from the room. I was surprised when we walked past the stairway. Instead, she found the way to the backyard. I didn't care, as when it came to getting laid, I was no snob.
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With the house now safe and secure from trick or treaters, my long, black-haired beauty turned to me with a sultry smile and approached the couch. Any thought I may have had about the outside world disappeared as I fixated on her face. The skin was pale as usual, with just enough chin to give it a heart-like shape. For a goth girl, it wasn't normal for her to wear no make-up, but tonight, her face was pure white. Large dark eyes watched mine as they darted down to her toned legs that stretched down from the short hem of her black silk robe. Slow barefoot step followed by slow barefoot step, she drew near. Long pale fingers grasped the lapels of her lusterous shroud, and my body tingled with the thought of what would soon be mine.
What lacy treat would she have for me tonight?
The delicate garment puddled at her feet, leaving only her black lacquered toenails exposed. The rest? My eyes bulged as they traveled up those alabaster legs and the thorny rose tattoo twisting around her left thigh, stopping briefly at the dark patch of fur where her thighs joined, then on up to her belly button. My blinking eyes paused at her two full breasts with their pink, perky nipples, then finally passed over her smirking lips to settle on her mischievous eyes. Delilah was pleased with herself, and my reaction.
I sat there with my mouth open for a few moments, then I twisted around to check the curtains to make sure they were closed. Turning back to her, I was still astonished at the audacity of her near-nakedness around so many young visitors. "Yo-you've been naked under that robe this whole time?"
To be fair, she still wore her black velvet choker.
Her hands on her hips, she stood there boldly, with no shame. "Ethan, you know I've been wearing my robe."
"But…underneath." I struggled for coherence. A well-placed gust of wind would have cost the children their innocence, inflamed their mothers, and—most likely—delighted their fathers. "There were children here."
Not to mention, Mrs. Greaves, the neighborhood busybody, who just stopped by with her daughter, Mallory, not twenty minutes ago.
Delilah rolled her eyes, dismissing my concerns. Then, twirling a finger, ordered, "Assume the movie-watching position." She moved on from my concerns and expected me to keep up.
With my head shaking and mouth mute, I lay down on my side across the length of the couch, butt pushed into the back cushions. She bent over and pulled the sash of my robe free, opening my body to her eyes. Her eyes shifted from my crotch to my eyes, her lips pressed tight in a grimace.
She sighed and asked, "You're wearing shorts?"
The disdain dripped from her voice like wax from a candle flame, oozing and thick. Apparently, I earned another eyeroll as she turned to lie down with me and pushed her luscious bare ass into my khaki-covered crotch. I had to adjust a little as "things" were uncomfortable down there, which earned a giggle. I made quick work of settling down and spread the blanket over us both. The room was warm, but the blanket provided a cozy mood and helped fight the goosebumps rising on my bare chest where it pressed against Delilah's figure. Her body's chill had nothing to do with the late October temperature outside.
I leaned forward, softly kissing the ear innocently offered to me, then sucked the lobe into my mouth. I held it in place with my teeth as my tongue danced along its fleshy edge. A hand snaked up from down below, its fingers wrapping around the back of my head. Black fingernails anchored into my scalp, keeping me in place. As if I was going to leave...
"Mmmm…" she purred. "I love you too, baby."
After a minute, the sharp tips released their hold, and her hand slid back under the blanket.
I knew better, but I had to say something about her treat-giving wardrobe. "You need to be careful, dressed like that in front of the kids. A good blast of air, and your trick would have been bared for all to see. Their mom's out on the sidewalk…they wouldn't have liked that."
I swear it got colder underneath the blanket. Delilah twisted her neck to face me and, baring her fangs, hissed. That ended the discussion. I kept forgetting about those scary incisors. One day, they would be the death of me.
In an effort to rebuild the cozy mood, my girlfriend found my free hand and pulled it to her chest, wrapping my fingers around a breast. Many a movie we had watched in just such a position, passing our time together intimately and at peace with one another.
Once settled, I grabbed the remote with my other hand to start the movie I had cued up, Theater of Blood, starring Vincent Price. We had watched it before, of course, but the Shakespearean death scenes were terrific, and the humor was the perfect offset for the horror. Delilah pulled the bowl of buttered popcorn over from the coffee table, and we were good to go.
Other than the occasional "I love this scene", we spent the next hour and forty-four minutes quietly watching the flick, despite this being the third time we'd watched it over the last two years. That, and the sound of munching popcorn along with a few "mmm's" whenever we pressed tight against the other, were the only other sounds we made. Her deft fingers would feed a few kernels of popped corn into my mouth every few minutes, and the feel of her sharp nails sliding across my lips kept their lethality at the forefront of my mind. But I wasn't afraid.
Frankly, I was in love and knew my chances were good when the time came to get down on one knee.
We didn't move when the credits rolled at the end of the movie. I don't know about Delilah, but I just lay there, fantasizing about where I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Honestly, at that point, I could have spent the night on the couch with her, sandwiched between her lush form in front of me and the cushions behind me. But she had other plans.
"Ethan. Bed. Now"
It wasn't a suggestion. I was quick to comply as no doubt I would see--and feel--those fangs of hers again tonight. But I didn't care as I watched the soft flesh of her naked butt rock and roll while she walked in front of me on the way to our bedroom.
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The bedside lamp threw its soft amber glow over our bed and its white sheets, providing the perfect ambiance for our carnal desires. I pulled the blankets back hours ago so we could immediately leap into its cool, padded sanctuary. However, instead of leaping, Delilah playfully pushed me in with joy on her lips, then climbed aboard. With me on my back, she straddled my thighs.
Her laughter was contagious as her nimble fingers popped the button and lowered the zipper on the previously offending khakis. I lifted my hips just enough to give her the clearance to jerk the shorts from my hips, down my legs, and onto the floor. My cock waited for her.
Hell, it had been waiting for an hour and forty-four minutes already. It was beyond ready. Standing straight, with an occasional throb and precum dripping from the tip, was all Delilah needed to know. She wasted no time, her tongue taking its favorite slow pass from my testicles upward, along the vein under my cock. In no hurry, that tongue worshipped my crown and every drop of precum it could find. Sounds of contentment swirled around my ears, though to be honest, they could have been from my mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the tip and enveloped my spongy glans. This time, it most definitely was Delilah who moaned, with a full mouth. The vibrations caused my hips to push upwards, desperate for relief.
But I knew my girlfriend. Relief wouldn't come any time soon.
A muffled giggle was music to my ears, as I liked it when she was joyful during our lovemaking. Delilah was so much more exuberant and enthusiastic, whether she was sucking me or fucking me during these times of bliss. Her lips inched their way down, swallowing my sword until it was fully sheathed in her throat. No other woman had done that for me before I met Delilah. If I had my way, no other woman would get the chance.
She pulled free with a pop, saliva and precum dribbling off her chin and onto my testicles. She eyed the mess greedily and swooped in to clean up, one slow lick after another. Once satisfied that my balls were only covered in her saliva, she sucked both into her mouth. Another feat only Delilah could accomplish. I twitched at the sensation of two sharp points scraping my sensitive skin, holding my testicles in place much as her fingernails had done to my scalp earlier. I appreciated my balls, wanted to keep my balls, so hell no, I didn't move.
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This wasn't a mere act of lust on my girlfriend's part. The first time she swallowed them, I tried to jerk away. It was a natural reaction on my part. I'm a guy…and this was the most sensitive part of a man's body. We're all well accustomed to the experience of pain where our testicles are concerned.
My attempt at freedom at the time merely guaranteed my pain. Delilah hadn't moved, hadn't changed her toothy grip. She simply stared up at me, one eyebrow raised, while a subtle growl rumbled from her throat. She possessed my balls, claimed them as hers.
At that moment, I had two choices. Sit back and enjoy, or have them removed in a very painful and bloody manner. With the benefit of deep breathing and a meditational mantra, I became one with the mattress underneath me. Her demeanor changed along with mine, and a milking sensation replaced the pointed grip. I learned an important message that first time, trust her and I will be rewarded.
Of course, lying there while she seemingly milked them wasn't so bad. I know she wasn't feeding on me, but the way her cheeks massaged my balls brought that to mind. I couldn't help but sink my fingers into her black hair as I was pretty sure I was whimpering, but I couldn't confirm.
No, this was not a mere act of lust. Delilah was showing her love for me.
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Lovingly, albeit disappointedly for me, she released my testicles to the cool air of the room. The soft light radiated off her now passion-obsessed, red eyes as Delilah slowly crawled up my body. Her lips pressed hard onto mine as the time for gentle lovemaking had long since passed. I offered her my tongue, and she took it, lust hungry and greedy to mate.
She continued to climb, and I was greeted by her breasts swaying above my face. Her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own… straining to reach my mouth. Not wanting them to feel left out, I hungrily sucked one into my mouth and mimicked what she had just done to my balls, including the teeth. Then I attacked the other, sucking the hard tip in deep. Delilah paused her climb, allowing me to worship as she softly crooned.
After a few minutes of my grazing, Delilah groaned as she pulled her nipples free and moved up to the headboard. I said a quiet goodbye to her tits and a happy hello to her pussy as her thighs settled on each side of my face. The thought, Wow, this is unbelievable! whispered in my head. It never ceased to amaze me how her grooming was forever flawless. A light pelt of black fur lived above her clit, while everything else was bare, readily available for my tongue and fingers. It was magical how this view never changed.
Even though we'd been together for two years, I couldn't get used to the lack of heat from what should be a steaming pussy. I had well-formed thighs surrounding my head and a wet, pink pussy ready to drop on my face, so I should be as snug as a bug in a rug. My face should be bathed in a sauna-like heat. However, I was covered with cool humidity, and it was the only thing that could dampen my mood. Yet I persisted.
Not waiting for Delilah to act, I lifted my head, spearing my stiffened tongue between her labia.
"Yesssss…" she hissed above me. She lowered her hips, driving my head back into the pillow and my tongue even deeper inside. Her shins had my shoulders and upper arms pinned to the mattress, and I couldn't reach her body with my hands. I was a mere oral sex toy for her, and she rode me until my wiggling tongue needed a break. I nibbled on her labia as she rocked back and forth, gasping for breath. Delilah pushed back a little further, and I felt her hard nub pass through my lips. She froze, and I took the opportunity to lock my lips around her clit and suck hard. Normally, Delilah wasn't a screamer.
"Oh, FUCK! Ethan…SUCK IT!!!"
I gave her clit another firm suck as her cool rain pelted my face, and a guttural growl echoed throughout the room. My girl collapsed against the headboard as her trembling weight sagged onto my face, shutting off my access to air. I gave her a minute to gather herself as I relished the feel of her soft pinkness smashed against my face. Growing concerned about my lack of air, my hands tapped at both of her ankles. I felt, rather than heard, her giggle. Then she peeled herself off my gasping lips and fell onto the bed beside me as we recovered.
The mattress shifted with her weight as she rolled into me and wrapped her loving arms around my head, hugging me tight to her chest. In that moment with previous girlfriends, I would swoon to their thumping heartbeat, but not so with Delilah. There was no thump, no beat. During our first year, I strained to hear one and even surreptitiously checked for a pulse when I thought she wasn't aware of my actions.
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We talked about that on our first anniversary. Turns out I hadn't been so sneaky after all, as she was aware of what I had been doing. Confirming my suspicions, she told me what she was and what a possible future would look like if I wanted to continue our relationship.
I did.
I will admit the prospect was unsettling. Sworn to secrecy, I had been allowed an audience with Sabine, Delilah's coven master. She gave her blessing, but not until two more years had passed. Sabine decreed, "Together for three years, a good match be". Then our hearts could join, but not until I made the ultimate sacrifice, so my heart would match Delilah's.
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Rough teeth captured my right nipple, and my blood filled my cock, knowing what was about to happen. Delilah nibbled her way up my chest, then suckled my Adam's apple. I opened my eyes to find her two fiery orbs staring at me with want.
Long, slow licks lovingly cleaned my face until it was spotless. She brought her forehead to mine and, with my eyes seeing nothing but pools of red lava, gave me her best Selina Kyle impersonation, a wicked, sultry purr of, "meow."
I wanted to laugh at the audacity of it all, but was so enthralled, the best I could do was whimper.
The tips of her fingernails once again pierced my scalp, deeper this time and likely drawing blood. My fingertips roamed over any and every inch of her body I could reach while she continued to feast on my face. My lips, my tongue…even my nose was subject to her lust for me. And I gave in willingly, more than ready to give my all for my Delilah.
We continued in our worship even as her cool, wet labia pushed against the underside of my long shaft. Our tongues continued their mad dance as her talented hips pushed up and down, up and down.
She whimpered against my lips, wanting more as she pushed down further and her hard c!it slid across my scrotum. I'm not gonna lie, that hurt a little, but not enough to stop. I lived for her whimpers, and I wanted more.
Her hips slid upwards and, talented lover that she was, lifted just enough so my cock bounced up, in line with her opening. Slowly, she captured my crown in her labia and, poised before plunging, gifted me a precious soft moan. I captured her lower lip with my teeth, and she buried my cock deep inside her as she screamed in my mouth.
We paused for a moment, relishing our physical sensations. It was dream-like, and even with her on top, I was floating on a cloud. There was no world, there was but Delilah and me, and we whispered our feelings to each other.
We released our holds on everything so she could sit up and fuck me. After the scream, I expected fast and furious. She gave me slow and seductive instead. With moves that would make any belly dancer proud, Delilah's hips twisted and twirled and…Oh My God…shimmied across my own jerking hips. I was served better than any sultan, and I didn't need a harem. I only needed Delilah.
After oh, I don't know how long, she slowed to a stop, then leaned forward until her hands gripped my biceps. Her harem dance over, Delilah lifted her hips until just the head was nestled in her wet lips. Then she dropped down with a grunt. She repeated this time and again until we were fucking as madly as we were kissing minutes ago.
I watched as her breasts bounced in time with her hips. My mouth watered at the sight, and somehow she knew.
"You know what you want. Go for it!" She commanded.
Those magical hips slowed to a slow roll, grinding against me as I fondled her boobs.
"Pinch my nipples! Pin-" she gasped out loud as not only did I pinch, but I tugged too.
Her fingers found her clit and swirled around her engorged nub faster and faster as her shallow gasps drew less air. My death grip on her nipples did not falter as my orgasm neared. Instinctively, I pushed my hips upward, arching into her as I tried to get every millimeter of my cock deep inside. My dark angel looked upward as my first rope of cum shot deep. Delilah crashed down on my chest as the second and third shots heralded the tremors rocking her body. I slid my hands around and down to her plump ass, clutching her trembling body tight to me.
I grunted through two more ropes of cum as Delilah's body quaked against me, her hot breath and low moans beating against the tender flesh of my neck.
I'd just come, but my erection stayed, basking in the fluttering goodness of my girlfriend's grasping pussy. There was one more act in this passion play, and I knew my role. I was to wait until her mind cleared just enough to act. Our bodies stilled, enjoying the mingling of sweaty and sticky fluids. It was the closest thing to heaven I'll ever feel.
A movement pulled me from my reverie. Delilah stirred, just a little as she angled her mouth for a more comfortable position. I tensed at the familiar pain as two sharp points accessed my jugular. While experience had taught me better, my muscles still clenched in a flight response. But then the tension and fear lessened as I sagged even deeper into the mattress, and whatever strength that was left in my post coital muscles released into the padding beneath me.
The initial pain from her bite lessened, leaving me with a smile as I wished everyone could experience such peace. Delilah's soft lips suckled on my neck, her hand rested on my chest as he fingers played with the sparse hair there. The light dimmed in my eyes until I could see no more. We'd been here before and would be again.
This time, it was my turn to whisper, "I love you too, baby."
Yeah…I'm gonna marry this one.
Be still, my beating heart.
The End