gasping into Ever’s open mouth. He kissed her harder, pinched her clit harder, until the pain was nearly unbearable. But unbearably sweet at the same time.
Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. As Ever finally came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come. And saw into his past.
A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea.
She smelled the salt, then. Looked beyond the woman and saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.
“Ever,” the woman said.
He moved to join her.
Vérún
His love for her filled her heart. Her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness. It filled his head even as his cock swelled.
Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe.
Keep her with me…
Vérún.
She moved against him, and he felt her slick little cunt on his thigh as she straddled him. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he impaled her with a cry.
Vérún!
Together they moved. Pleasure was hot, sharp. His heart hammered as his hips arched, as she took him into her body, over and over. As she bit into his shoulder, his neck, pulling his blood into her hot mouth, tearing his flesh. Still, he could only see a darkness inside her. But he kept fucking her. Kept loving her.
Vérún.
She gasped as she came then screamed. He was coming too, his hips pistoning. And before he was done with the final shivers of his climax, she was crying. Still drinking from the wound in his throat, pulling at his blood, sobbing against his skin.
“Vérún,” he whispered, his body going weak as she drained him. “Do not do this, my love.”
His fingers went into her long, silky hair, trying to pull her head back. She fought him even as she cried.
“Stop, my love. I cannot fight your sadness if I am made too weak.”
She latched on. Cried harder. Drank more deeply. Until he had to dig into her scalp and yank her head back so hard he heard the bones of her neck crack with the force of it.
He was gasping for breath. She had taken too much again. He blinked at her lovely face, which was covered in her tears, his blood.
“Ah…” She made a noise, a strangled sound coming from deep in her throat. She pushed away from him, fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
“No, Vérún…”
He bent over her, gathered her in his arms, his heart breaking.
If only he could take her sadness from her. The shadows that haunted her mind. That had begun to fill it completely lately.
Vérún. His lover. His love.
“I want to die,” she sobbed.
“No,” he protested. “You cannot leave me.”
“But I will, Ever. You know I must.”
He only rocked her in his arms. And tried to resist the knowledge that the unthinkable would surely happen, just as she said. It was the one thing he was helpless against. Her darkness. Her shadows. The death that hovered always over his love, and that eventually, he would not be able to fight.
“Mercy.”
Deo’s voice came to her from some faraway place.
“Mercy!” It was a roar of sound now. It hurt her ears.
“What is it?”
“You wouldn’t answer, love.” She felt Deo’s hand on her cheek, stroking the tears from her eyes. Had she been crying?
She sat up, held her fingertips to her damp face. Her heart was thundering madly.
“Ah, Ever!”
She turned to him, found his eyes
Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. As Ever finally came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come. And saw into his past.
A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea.
She smelled the salt, then. Looked beyond the woman and saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.
“Ever,” the woman said.
He moved to join her.
Vérún
His love for her filled her heart. Her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness. It filled his head even as his cock swelled.
Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe.
Keep her with me…
Vérún.
She moved against him, and he felt her slick little cunt on his thigh as she straddled him. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he impaled her with a cry.
Vérún!
Together they moved. Pleasure was hot, sharp. His heart hammered as his hips arched, as she took him into her body, over and over. As she bit into his shoulder, his neck, pulling his blood into her hot mouth, tearing his flesh. Still, he could only see a darkness inside her. But he kept fucking her. Kept loving her.
Vérún.
She gasped as she came then screamed. He was coming too, his hips pistoning. And before he was done with the final shivers of his climax, she was crying. Still drinking from the wound in his throat, pulling at his blood, sobbing against his skin.
“Vérún,” he whispered, his body going weak as she drained him. “Do not do this, my love.”
His fingers went into her long, silky hair, trying to pull her head back. She fought him even as she cried.
“Stop, my love. I cannot fight your sadness if I am made too weak.”
She latched on. Cried harder. Drank more deeply. Until he had to dig into her scalp and yank her head back so hard he heard the bones of her neck crack with the force of it.
He was gasping for breath. She had taken too much again. He blinked at her lovely face, which was covered in her tears, his blood.
“Ah…” She made a noise, a strangled sound coming from deep in her throat. She pushed away from him, fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
“No, Vérún…”
He bent over her, gathered her in his arms, his heart breaking.
If only he could take her sadness from her. The shadows that haunted her mind. That had begun to fill it completely lately.
Vérún. His lover. His love.
“I want to die,” she sobbed.
“No,” he protested. “You cannot leave me.”
“But I will, Ever. You know I must.”
He only rocked her in his arms. And tried to resist the knowledge that the unthinkable would surely happen, just as she said. It was the one thing he was helpless against. Her darkness. Her shadows. The death that hovered always over his love, and that eventually, he would not be able to fight.
“Mercy.”
Deo’s voice came to her from some faraway place.
“Mercy!” It was a roar of sound now. It hurt her ears.
“What is it?”
“You wouldn’t answer, love.” She felt Deo’s hand on her cheek, stroking the tears from her eyes. Had she been crying?
She sat up, held her fingertips to her damp face. Her heart was thundering madly.
“Ah, Ever!”
She turned to him, found his eyes
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