Erotic short. A vampire bites his secretary.
I did a random Twitter poll thread asking people to choose between two kinks. Biting won over scratching. Will be doing a short for each of the winners!
More from Lucien Pike and Gellert Osgodby in this one!
Kinks included are: biting, desk sex, breeding/pregnancy kink dirty talk, size difference, rough sex, choking.
Terms used for Gellert are cock and cunt.
Pike’s cock was big inside him, big enough that it ached in a dull, pleasurable way, and Gellert was breathing heavily as Pike kept rocking his hips forward, fucking his cock into him deeper, harder. Pike fucked like he was trying to bruise your lungs, and Gellert didn’t think he could ever get used to it — especially not when Pike’s hands were up underneath him, pulling and tugging at Gellert’s cock.
“Wish I could put a baby in you,” said Pike.
“You normally do,” said Gellert breathlessly, and groaned as Pike squeezed his cock between thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging on it.
“It’d be hot,” said Pike. “You all fat and swollen with it, stuck with a reminder of me all the time, trying to be all serious while everyone who looks at you knows you let me knock you up. Knows you let me put my cock in you ’til this little cunt bore fruit.”
“You’re not satisfied with impregnating everyone else who passes in front of your gaze,” muttered Gellert, “you want to aim your sights at a man with a hysterectomy under his belt?”
“Is that a pun?”
“How is it a pun?”
“Under your belt,” said Pike, and pressed on the scar. Gellert grunted, because in palpating Gellert’s stomach Pike pressed on his cock through the skin, the flesh, and before he could open his mouth to protest, Pike sank his teeth into the back of Gellert’s shoulder and the world turned to technicolour.
The pain was incredible, a stinging set of pinpricks piercing through the flesh, and after that, wonder.
“Aah, aah, aah,” Gellert whined as the venom coursed suddenly through him, making his skin thrum, making his head explode with heat and wonder, and suddenly his cock was jumping, his whole cunt throbbing. The tightening ball in the base of his gut wound tighter at the same time it suddenly released, and Gellert was pulled away on the wave of Gellert’s venom, made to sail on it into somewhere distant, dreamy, and full to the brim with even more orgasmic potential.
Gellert wanted to say something, wanted to be sarcastic, to offer praise, to insult him, but he couldn’t manage any of it: his jaw felt so loose that it barely felt connected to his face, and he couldn’t coax his tongue into communicating anything of much worse.
“Could keep you on my cock all the time,” said Pike, breathing hot against the back of Gellert’s neck. “Breed you and breed you — have you on my cock all day while you was pregnant, feel that belly get bigger and bigger with the baby I’d put in you. See you grow new tits… I’d fuck you into labour, and then once you’d had the baby you’d come back to work and I’d fuck you pregnant again. How many babies do you think you could give me? I could put you in a breeding stand once I’d fucked the brains out of you, when you couldn’t take my notes anymore or do my secretarial stuff, just have you bent nice and pretty for me to play with, share with people who visited.”
It wasn’t that it was a turn-off or a trigger for his dysphoria in itself — it was simply that the combination of the fantasy’s unrealistic nature, coupled with Gellert’s own regretful understanding of Pike’s obsession with pregnancy, made it somewhat difficult to be either threatened or aroused by it.
At its core, Pike’s babble was laughable, and not much else.
“You laughing at me?” Pike asked: Gellert was giggling softly despite his efforts not to, high in the sky and flying with Pike’s venom as his wings. “That’s like, kinkshaming, innit?”
Gellert laughed harder, and with a vampire-drunk, clumsy hand, pulled one of Pike’s big hands to wrap around his throat.
“Why is it funny I want to get you pregnant but not funny you want me to choke you?” Pike asked in a tone of one with his pride injured.
Gellert couldn’t wrap his mouth around, “If you want to laugh, laugh,” but Pike begrudgingly began to choke him before he had to.
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