| Inside the Tiger's Nest |
| Translations: ardeur-ferver, mi amour-my love, d�licieux-delicious. His silky golden locks brushed across her breast as he threw a leg over her to straddle her thighs, their lips still locked. One hand clutching his buttocks, she brings the other up to stroke the scars on the right side of his face. Asher pulls back from Nichelle, and looks her straight in her eyes as her fingertips brush his cheek. Suddenly uncertain of himself, Asher starts to pull away...but before he gets two inches from the nude were-tiger, she slides her hand behind his head and pulls his lips back to hers. At the same time, she pulls his lower body closer, until the two are flush against heach other. The blonde vampire brings a hand up and starts to massage one of Nichelle's breasts, kneading before teasing her nipple to a point. His cock is hard and ready, aching for her wet core. With one hard thrust, he is buried deep inside her. He lunges back, breaking the kiss, insane with the immense pleasure. Her back arches, and her chest is presented to him. Asher, hungry with two kinds of lust, dips his head down and sinks his fangs into her left breast, still teasing her other one. His fangs still inside her, Asher starts pounding into her with an urge not unlike that of the ardeur. Thrusting, in and out, almost near release. He pulls his fangs out and laps at the still bleeding mark. He brings his non-busy hand down and starts massaging her clit. He pulls his head up and again locks lips with his tigress. With a final twist of his fingers, Nichelle's pleasure spills into hightened levels, her walls clenching Asher's cock tight. This is too much for him, and pulls back, arching, as he releases his dead seed into her. Still nested inside his were-tigress, the blonde collapses on top of Nichelle. His head now resting between her breasts, he lazily starts licking the mark he has made on her. "Asher," her voice is hoarse from screaming with pleasure, "give me a few minutes. Ya gotta let me re-energize, okay, honey?" "Of course, mi amour, just cleaning up. You have the most d�licieux blood I have ever had the privelidge to taste." Asher continues to swipe his tongue across the incisions he made moments before. "Dammit, you know the French-ness makes me hot! Ohh...let me help you...'clean up,' did you say?� Nichelle pulls Asher's head up to hers and licks the dried blood from around his mouth. Seeing her take such joy in cleaning his mouth of her leftover blood makes him hard again. He begins moving his pelvis again, slowly this time... |