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Sofia Bellhouse
The King’s Obsession (gay paranormal vampire erotica)
The King’s Obsession (gay paranormal vampire erotica)
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Alaric, king of his local vampires – a title that has little presence to it – is looking for a new companion, having been robbed of his previous human toys. It’s in a dragging depression that a human comes to him for the first time, and once Marcus gets a whiff of Alaric’s power, he’s practically begging to be his new personal slave. The obsession takes over both of them, shoving monster and human together in a steamy night of rough sex that leave them both gasping for more.
This piece takes place alongside The First Slave.
Warning! This 5,000+ word piece is for adults only. It involves the seduction and eventual control of a human turned slave, rough anal sex, blowjobs, and cumplay that’ll stain the sheets for weeks to come.
Excerpt:
His groan grows in volume, hands dropping from my hips to twist in the sheets. “Jesus,” he gasps, as my fingers unzip his pants, pop the button off in my haste. I dip my hand into his briefs and caress the silken skin there. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
I want to laugh, but I don’t mean to insult him. “Because you’ve been waiting for me,” I say, biting his ear. He nods drunkenly, high on my touch.
“Feels like it’s been forever, too,” he says.
“It has been forever,” I reply, and he nods in agreement. Whatever I tell him will be the absolute truth. He knows that instinctively. I could tell him the sky was red and he would look up and see it red.
He pushes into my hands, his own scrambling back up to pull at my leather jacket, shoving me back so he can all but tear it off. I wince when I hear the threads pull, but they don’t snap. He’s careful with what is mine. The way he goes at my shirt is gentler, raising my arms up to pull it off. It flutters to the ground, forgotten, because all there is for me is him underneath me, his body beating a rhythm made for me.
I take hold of his cock, pull it out from under his briefs and stroke it as it grows between my hands. There’s a beautiful vein that coils up the shaft, and the head is moist and wet for me, pre-come slick. I rub my thumb over the slit and wipe the moisture across it and he nearly bucks underneath my touch.
This piece takes place alongside The First Slave.
Warning! This 5,000+ word piece is for adults only. It involves the seduction and eventual control of a human turned slave, rough anal sex, blowjobs, and cumplay that’ll stain the sheets for weeks to come.
Excerpt:
His groan grows in volume, hands dropping from my hips to twist in the sheets. “Jesus,” he gasps, as my fingers unzip his pants, pop the button off in my haste. I dip my hand into his briefs and caress the silken skin there. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
I want to laugh, but I don’t mean to insult him. “Because you’ve been waiting for me,” I say, biting his ear. He nods drunkenly, high on my touch.
“Feels like it’s been forever, too,” he says.
“It has been forever,” I reply, and he nods in agreement. Whatever I tell him will be the absolute truth. He knows that instinctively. I could tell him the sky was red and he would look up and see it red.
He pushes into my hands, his own scrambling back up to pull at my leather jacket, shoving me back so he can all but tear it off. I wince when I hear the threads pull, but they don’t snap. He’s careful with what is mine. The way he goes at my shirt is gentler, raising my arms up to pull it off. It flutters to the ground, forgotten, because all there is for me is him underneath me, his body beating a rhythm made for me.
I take hold of his cock, pull it out from under his briefs and stroke it as it grows between my hands. There’s a beautiful vein that coils up the shaft, and the head is moist and wet for me, pre-come slick. I rub my thumb over the slit and wipe the moisture across it and he nearly bucks underneath my touch.
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