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Italy, 1785

"Arrivederci il mio amore" I whispered softly as he kissed my cheek, lips, throat, nipples, navel and then-yes, he was predictable. We all have our passions. He was a superb lover in every sense of the word, and he knew it. His face was the most beautiful I've ever seen. Some would say my infatuation was simply because he was my sire, but it's more than that.

I mean, for a start there's his lips. Oh... God, those perfect lips, which are at present wrapped around my throbbing member. At the same time a gorgeous little pink tongue that darted out every so often to trace the length of my shaft. I purred with pleasure as he took me all the way into his mouth. In one motion he engulfed me, gloriously sucking, whilst simultaneously licking the hair at the base of my shaft. No one can pleasure me the way he does.

After a minute or two, I moaned furiously. The pleasure overwhelming, I thrust into him as a stream of my seed blasted into his throat.

Unstirred, he rose to meet my lips, a fury of impassioned kisses, the exchange of saliva and the faint taste of blood. Still hard, he gave my erection a few gentle tugs before pulling away. As he pulled himself to his knees, his cock came into view. To my relief, he was aroused. I wanted him so badly.

"I want you inside me" I moaned. Looking deep into my eyes, he nodded.

Slowly I lay back, the bed creaking with every movement. When he took hold of my ankles and lifted them on to his shoulders, I closed my eyes, and waited...

"Ora Angelus, Per favore!"

I cried, Italian flowing past my lips from habit. Then I felt it. His cock-head pressed gently on my hole. I took a deep breath and he slowly pushed inside me.

I wanted to scream. Beautiful pain flew up my spine as if I were being stabbed with needles. It never seemed to get any less painful.

But, at the same time, I was in heaven (well... whatever the demon equivalent), the mixture of heat and pain was strangely pleasurable.

The first slap came as a surprise. Angelus had never brought violence into our lovemaking before. My cheek tingled with the redness, and I moaned to his satisfaction. I liked it. What i liked even more was the affect it had on Angelus. His erection grew inside me, and began to rub my prostate. Thrusts increasing in speed, and power, I was pleasured ten-fold... and I was not alone.

Closing his eyes he grabbed at my nipple and pulled, painfully pinching the skin. My whole body tensed, every muscle in spasm. The pain overwhelming I kicked out, narrowly missing Angelus's head. The burning sensation in my chest subsiding, I relaxed.

Words spun around again and again in my head, and the sensations began to build around my cock.

"Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure." Mmmm.

Whack! Another slap, this time harder than the last. The redness and his hardness increased...

I groaned, then smiled as Angelus planted another slap across my face. Another deep thrust and muscles now spasmed in my torso.

Minute after minute, it went on, thrust after thrust continually becoming faster and faster until I couldn't tell which way he was going.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I could see that he was enjoying himself. A fixed expression of pleasure spread across his face as he continued to thrust inside me, harder, deeper, faster...

Then, finally, It came. Well, he came.

He collapsed, panting, his body covered in sweat. We embraced and I lay taking in his scent, sniffing his aroma with contentment, relishing the blissful contact in which we had just engaged.

Then the sadness returned, for my Sire was leaving me, leaving with Darla to visit Egypt or somewhere equally as exotic. I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent while I could, for it would be the last time for a long while...

mio amore... ritornerà per me presto...

Return to me soon...

~fin~