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Byron kept Isobel in his arms until
dawn. He could feel her heart beating slower with every minute. Her breath
became fainter. Her colour was a few shades whiter now. He kept starring at her
mouth. He had never turned another person before, so he tried to follow what
they had told him as a child. He had drunk a lot of her blood. He had slit his
arm and let a few drops of his own blood in her mouth. They should keep her in
life long enough for her teeth to grow. Then he would give her his flesh and
the newly gained instincts would take control. She would bite him without
knowing it actually. She would taste his blood to regain her powers. He would
be her first “victim”. She would be the first to drink from his blood. After a
couple more agonizing minutes he parted her lips again to check her teeth. At
last! Her canines had fully grown. He put his right wrist inside her mouth and
pressed inwards. Nothing happened in the first seconds but then he saw her
muscles move. Her lips closed and her jaws tightened. He felt her teeth bit
into his arm. He felt a shiver in his spine like a cold breeze on a bare back.
She kept biting for a whole minute. He could feel that she was regaining her
powers because the biting was getting stronger. After a while he took his arm
from her mouth causing some blood to run from her chin to his chest. She
immediately licked it up. He put his hand on her forehead and gathered her hair
on the left to see her face.
“Isobel, can you hear me?” he asked. He
received a light humming, just like she would have done if she was sleeping,
which in sense she was.
Byron let her fall onto his chest. He
felt her heart beating faster and after a while she had gained the (just a
little slower than human) heart beat that would follow her for the rest of her
life. Her skin had acquired the typical albino colour and her body had become
even firmer, if that was possible. He kept stroking her hair with his right
hand and her back with his left. Isobel kept purring like a cat. After a while
he felt her legs moving. He felt her whole body moving. She woke up a minute
later. She looked at him and smiled. She pushed her body upwards and kissed his
lips. She rested her head then on the pillow next to his.
“How do you feel Isobel?” he asked
still a little concerned.
“I feel wonderful. Last night was
incredible Byron” saying that she rubbed her body against his.
“Yes it was. Do you have anything else
to tell me?” he asked again.
“Well, I have this strange taste in my
mouth and my neck feels a little sore but other than that I am fine.”
Byron didn’t say anything. He waited
for her to realise the changes in her body. The seconds of silence that
followed were only interrupted by the fire burning the logs in the fireplace.
Byron sensed questions forming in her mind. She was beginning to observe
things. He could hear her lips and tongue moving in her mouth in a desperate
attempt to remember what that taste was. Then she moved her right hand to her
neck to rub it a little. She located the two small holes. She raised her body
and looked Byron in his eyes. Byron said nothing to her. This was very
important now. She put her finger in her mouth and touched her teeth. Her eyes
widened. This was it, the moment of truth. Isobel’s face went blank. She was
putting the pieces together and when she did she gave him the biggest smile and
attacked his lips screaming from joy. Byron’s mind relaxed at last.
“Thank you so much. I cannot believe
you did it so soon. I don’t remember it but it doesn’t matter now. Nothing
matters now except that we shall be together forever.” She kept kissing him and
smiling and laughing. After that she jumped from the bed and started running
around testing her new body. She turned to look at Byron who was giving her his
best smile.
“So what do I do now, or what don’t I
do now?” she asked him.
“What do you mean? What do you want to
do?” he said.
“So I am a vampire now, right?” she
asked him receiving a nod of agreement.
“So I stay away from the sun light,
stakes and crosses?” she asked him again. Byron laughed and lied on his back
again. Isobel ran towards him and kneeled on the floor putting her head on his
chest.
“The sun will burn your skin and your
eyes and eventually will kill you. You can only be killed by decapitation or if
an object –not just a wooden stake- pierce through your heart but other than
that your body will heal itself rapidly depending of course on the seriousness
of the injury. Although, believe me, crosses, chants and holy water were
medieval myths for the peasants. They have as much affect on us as a cat’s flap
in an elephant’s house!” he answered almost laughing.
“Byron I am so happy right now. I want to tell the
whole world that I am yours.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had ever
been this happy, but then again maybe this was the first time.
“You don’t have to tell anyone. They will all know
from the minute they see you.” He answered and Isobel looked at him
questioningly.
“You look different and you don’t have to be a vampire
to see that. But there are some things you should know about your new status.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked him and
planted a small kiss on his stomach.
“You are no longer a guest in this community Isobel.
You are now a part of this city. You will live by same rules with the rest of
the vampires here. Do you understand that?” he asked and she nodded.
“Furthermore, you now hold a place higher than most of
the others. You are placed beside me. You must act likewise.” Isobel started to
realize certain things.
“So this is why everyone has been treating me like a
royalty? Is this how it will always be? I am their queen?” she asked.
“Well, you are not the queen in the same sense that I
am not the king. We are all equal here, but you will be treated in a different
manner. It’s a very strange feeling when everyone greets you in a courtly
manner, although it’s mainly up to you if you are going to inspire them to do
so.” He stopped just for a few seconds and kissed her. “But I’m sure you’ll do
fine.”
“But how will everyone know that I am…I mean I don’t
know everyone. How will they know if we aren’t walking side by side, that I am
…?” Byron nodded that he understood her question.
“Everyone will know who you are because I’ll give you
something to wear.” Her eyes widened from anticipation.
“What are you going to give me? Come on, don’t do this
again, please tell me!” she asked him.
“When the time comes you’ll get it.” He smiled and
closed his eyes.
“I don’t believe how annoying you can be!” she told
him and bit his stomach. Byron laughed at her remark and put his hand on her
head. She kissed his hand and enjoyed the caresses on her cheeks. She put her
hand on his left foot and kissed his thigh. She kept on doing this for a minute
or two and then she bit him again. “Are you going to tell or not?” She asked
him but Byron just said “no”.
“I bet I can make you tell me” she said with a grin in
her face and Byron just laughed.
“I have to be fair, so before you try anything I must
tell you a few more things. Vampires can sense each other. You could say that
we are connected in ways a mortal can not understand. Remember how I could read
your thoughts and how you could listen to my voice in your head?” Isobel nodded
in agreement. Most vampires cannot do that to other mortals because they are
not strong enough. Some can not read the thoughts of another vampire. But they
all talk to each other. Now imagine what I can do to our head or your body with
my mind without even saying the words.” He could see that Isobel could not
follow him. So he decided to show her.
Isobel felt a little tingle in the back of her head.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Byron’s dick. She kissed him again,
then opened her mouth and took him inside her. She moved her head up and down
for a few times and then she looked at him. He used his fingers to put aside
the hair and smiled. She kept sucking with her eyes fixed on his. “You
understand now?” he said in a manner that didn’t sound as much as a question.
Isobel stayed still for a few seconds, then her eyes widened and she bit him.
Byron laughed at her reaction.
“I can’t believe you did that. You are such a typical
man!” she told him and hit him in the chest a few times. “Nice way to make a
point Byron” she said acting all offended.
“Well it was the best way to make you understand what
I was talking about.” He said still laughing. “So, do you still want to make
that bet?”
“No, it’s no fun when you already know you’re going to
lose.” She answered him but stayed there. She rested her head on his thigh and
starred at him while caressing his stomach with her right hand. “Tell me more
Byron, tell me everything!”
“What do you want to know beautiful?” he told her
smiling.
“Tell be about me…my new condition. What should I
expect?”
“Well I guess I could tell you a lot of things. Maybe I should even warn you about others,
but I won’t do it. It is important that you learn by yourself certain aspects
of your new life. The small things concern your body. The changes will be huge.
Apart from the faster healing thing, you are going to have extremely sharp
senses from now, which is good, as you’ll probably found out.” Saying that, an
evil grin formed in his face bringing a blush in her face, but immediately he
got all serious.
“Isobel listen to me now for this is quite serious.
Sooner or later, your body will need something. You will feel physical and
mental pain. You are a new vampire so you’ll not be able to control this. Try
and suppress and it will become unbearable for you. Sooner or later, your body
will have the need to be fed. You will need to drink blood. This is not like
any kind of hunger or thirst you’ve experienced as a mortal. If you don’t drink
blood you’ll get weak and eventually die. But you must never bite a mortal
without permission. Your need to quench your thirst will be so strong that
you’ll probably kill the one you bite. It would be better for you if you find
another vampire to drink from his blood, so this way he or she could control
the amount you drink. We have very strict laws about this here, laws that bound
every single one of us.” He was looking straight in her eyes and so was she.
“Don’t worry Byron. I remember your rules and I
promise I won’t break them. But who will help with this? Do I walk in the
streets asking people or vampires to drink their blood?” She asked and Byron
smiled.
“I’ll help you in this. You already know some people
here. I am sure all of them will be more than eager to help you. The first
steps of a vampire are very important, so no one will turn you down.”
“So, how long will it be until I have the need to…”
she tried to ask but didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t say it and she
thought it was strange since she really wanted to be a vampire.
“Drink blood? Well I don’t know, it’s not the same for
everyone. We’ll have to wait for this but don’t worry. Most of the times it
takes a couple of days before the symptoms appear.”
“So until then I’ll just heave to find something to
keep me occupied, shouldn’t I?” she said smiling.
Isobel planted a couple more kisses on his stomach and
then went for his thighs. She climbed on the bed and positioned herself between
his legs. He went back to kissing his chest while caressing him. He kissed his
neck, his nipples pulling playfully his piercing rings with her teeth. She
rested her head on his chest. He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a
light massage. Then she realized what he meant about sharper senses. She felt
goose bumps in every inch of her body. He concentrated on her neck and every
hair on her body stood up! A light humming noise came out of her. She raised
her head and kissed him again before she made her way to the lower parts of his
body.
Her tongue never left his body leaving a wet trace on
his chest and stomach. She kissed his dick from above, then the sides then
under it. She kissed his balls and then his dick again. She opened her mouth
and took him inside. She wasn’t in any kind of hurry. She took her time
enjoying what she was doing wanting Byron to feel as good as she was. After a
couple of minutes her efforts brought results as she felt him getting bigger in
her mouth. But she never let him out. She was using her tongue in the same time
giving him more pleasure. She used her fingers on his dick and balls, just for
an extra effect. His hand was on her head, touching her hair, but never giving
her “orders”. This was her show. After a while Isobel realized that she was doing
a text-book deepthroat without gagging, not for a second. “Add this to the new
abilities” she thought and smiled to herself. Byron was now fully erect and
still in her mouth. She could feel him deep down her throat, she could feel him
in her neck but she didn’t gag. She could even breathe without much problem. She
had her left hand around Byron right leg, thus keeping herself in the
appropriate position while in the same time her right hand was between her own
legs rubbing her clit. She loved what was happening and she was pretty sure so
did he!
She was focused on what she was doing that she didn’t
pay any attention when the door opened. After all she wasn’t ashamed of what
she was doing, so why would she stop? Byron’s dick was all the way down in
Isobel’s throat and he was feeling her tongue massaging his balls. He grabbed a
fistful of hair and he dragged her with him as he sat on the bed’s headboard.
Isobel never let an inch of him exit her mouth. Nothing would distract her
effort to pleasure the man she loved, the man she would probably spent the rest
of her immortal life with. She didn’t stop when she sensed other people in the
room. She didn’t stop when she felt hands touching her legs, leather touching
her ankles. She didn’t raise her head when she felt her legs spreading and
getting tied. But she made complaining sounds when her right hand was removed
from her pussy and her left hand from Byron legs. She stopped complaining when
she felt a tongue behind each knee. She began trembling when the tongues made
their way up and met on her ass. She got lost when the tongue was replaced by
teeth and the kissing by biting. Two pairs of hands were caressing her legs,
two mouths were biting her ass cheeks and her lover’s dick was pumping her
throat. Isobel’s senses were working overtime and she felt her brain ready to
explode.
She felt hands traveling to her pussy and recommencing
what she was doing to herself only much better. She felt hands groping her
breasts and pinching her nipples. She felt two pussies rubbing again her legs.
She felt Byron’s grip on her hair getting stronger and his moves faster. She
felt his dick stretching the walls of her neck but she didn’t complain. She
couldn’t complain. She was enjoying every minute of it. Having him inside her
body was the first thing she wanted since she had met him and her senses told
her that she was close too taste his sperm too. Meanwhile her clit was on fire
from all the attention and she was pretty close to an orgasm too. Then all of a
sudden everything stopped! Then Byron raised her head of him and the two bodies
got of her too. Isobel opened her eyes and looked at him with huge question
marks in her eyes and a why in her mind. “Not yet beautiful” she heard his
voice inside her. He leaned forward and kissed her lips which gave her some
comfort but didn’t erase the disappointment for the sudden pause.
“I have an idea that will you give knowledge and
understanding of your new body, among others. What do you say?” Byron asked her
with a devilish smile and Isobel simply nodded yes. She was really close to an
orgasm and she would pretty much say yes to anything at that time.
“I understand that you’re interested in BDSM, which is
fine because I am too. Do you have any experience in it?”
“I always liked it but I never had the chance to do
anything about it. I never met someone I trusted enough, so I’m pretty much
self-taught.” She answered him.
“I got this idea that I wanted to try it on you. Do
you trust me Isobel?”
“Yes I do Byron. What do you want me do?” she answered
him and kissed the tip of his still erect dick.
“Oh, I don’t want you to do anything. The only I want
from you is to open your mind and let our senses guide you to another world.”
Saying that Isobel felt her body pulled by two pair of hands. She tried to look
who they were but a blindfold was pressed against her eyes before she had the
chance. She would say though, from the softness of their skin and their scent,
that they were women and probably the same two women that had bathed her the
night before.
Isobel was made to stand up and led a few steps
further. The two women were holding her hands while her enhanced hearing told
her that Byron was walking around her. After about a minute she felt him behind
her. She felt his dick pressing, touching her ass. She felt his hands touching
her breasts and she leaned backwards to feel him more. Byron brought his right
hand between her legs and focused on her clit. Then he put his teeth on her
neck and pressed her skin without cutting her flesh. Isobel let a sigh. Then a
strange smell caught her attention. She smelled roses all of a sudden.
“Can you tell
what this is Isobel?” he whispered in her ear.
“It smells like roses.” She told him almost in a
trance.
“Do you like the smell?” he asked her and she nodded
yes.
“Do you like this?” he whispered again. Isobel felt
petals touching her skin lightly.
“Yes I do, it’s like silk.” She answered in the same
trance-like voice. The petals were traveling around her breasts, touching the
nipples, then down to her ribs, her stomach, in and around her navel, then
lower. Byron took his time, tormenting Isobel with the roses. He touched her
inner thighs and saw her legs began to tremble. Then he brushed the lips, he
used his free hand to spread them after a while and then focused on her clit.
Her body went numb. The sensations were overwhelming and the orgasm very near.
It didn’t take more than two minutes for Isobel to cum. The girls were holding
her by the hands; Byron let her lean on him throughout the orgasm that lasted
for a couple more minutes. When she had relaxed he asked how she felt and she
tried to say something but all that came out where…well nothing actually. She
couldn’t’ make a coherent word and certainly not a sentence. Byron kissed her
neck and made a few steps back. He came in front of her. He played with her
nipples for a little while, pulling them and making Isobel gasp. Then he kissed
her lips and grabbed her ass. She felt his dick too rubbing against her pussy
and her juices starting flowing again. “So this is what he was talking about”
she told herself smiling and thinking the endless possibilities of her new
body.
The next thing she felt was shiver
along her spine. The smell of the roses hadn’t left but she wasn’t feeling
anything as soft as the petals. Byron was using something hard and sharp on
her. It didn’t take much time of course to realize it was the thorns. He used
the flowers expertly, taking his time with her, not rushing things. He was
scratching her lightly, on her breasts, making full circles around them,
playing special attention to the nipples that were standing rock hard and erect
by now. She could even hear the faint sound of the thorn on her skin. Byron
guided the thorns lower on her stomach and her inner things. She was trembling
and moaning. The sensations were unbelievable! Then she felt thorns on her lips
and she gasped once more. She thought she couldn’t convince her body to start
breathing again. Byron kept scratching her pussy with the thorns for a few more
minutes. The emotions were so intense that tears formed in her eyes. Byron
kissed them and then her lips.
“This is…the first time…I’ve ever felt…like
this” she managed to say and it was true. The thorns reminded her of razors and
the time she used to play with them as a teenager. She always thought herself
of a razor person rather than a knife person. Razors always brought this shiver
in her spine, an extra effect that knives never provided. The memories of
adolescence were interrupted with the thorns now travelling on her ass. It was
the same thing, the same thrill, the same shiver, her body getting numb all
over again. Then the thorns were gone. She didn’t feel anything apart from the
female hands holding her own and that what about change after a few seconds.
The girls let her hands but she didn’t
open her eyes. She felt a female pressed
against her own from the front. She felt breasts touching her own. She felt the
softness of a pussy pressed against hers. She felt a pair of legs intertwined
with her own. She felt sweet lips touching her own and kissing her light. She
felt a tongue opening her mouth and exploring inside. She felt in heaven! She
also felt a soft material, much like silk, around her wrists. She felt her
hands pulled upwards. She tried to move them a little but she couldn’t lower
them. She wasn’t painfully stretched, she was way far from it, it was just a
simple a move to check her state. She felt hands touching her ass and a couple
of playful slaps were delivered. She never the girl’s lips leaving her own. She
never felt the girl’s tongue taken from her mouth.
Then she felt the thorns again. They
travelled from her neck, to the shoulders, to the waist, her ass, between her
cheeks, between her legs all the way down to her ankles. The girl’s hands
touched her face while without breaking the kiss. Isobel could sense that
something was going to happen. They were preparing her for something and the
agony was killing her. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her right ass cheek.
She cried through the girl’s mouth. It wasn’t that painful, but she hadn’t
expected that. Another hit on her left cheek. Byron was whipping her with the
roses. Another hit on the right cheek that was followed by a similar one on the
left again. She could that he was using a pattern, they weren’t random hits. He
never hit the same spot twice. Byron went on whipping her ass for a couple of minutes
and she was pretty sure she was quite red by now and just from the welts.
Then the whipping moved upwards and he
was aiming for her back. Since the flesh is much less there, the pain was
rather sharper. The hits were crossing one another. They were strong but not
sadistic. He was trying to whip her flesh of her. He was doing what he had
promised her. He was teaching her, he was showing her what her new potentials
were. And he was so right! Each blow felt like electroshock. She was certain
that in her mortal state she would feel pain but it wouldn’t be the same. She
was experiencing much more intense feelings now. The pain was transferred
through her nerve system to every corner of her body. She felt shivers running
up and down her spine the whole time. She was trembling but not just from the
pain. She was feeling pleasure as well. Each and every blow drove her nearer to
another orgasm. Meanwhile the girl had never left her spot. Her legs were still
in the same, her pussy was still in the same position, their breasts were still
touching, and her lips were still sealed with Isobel’s. The only difference was
that she had moved her hands upwards and their fingers were clasped together.
Every blow that Byron delivered to Isobel’s body was transferred to the girl,
through Isobel’s jerks, sweat and shout. Isobel was lost in another world. A
world of pain and pleasure, a world she had always wanted to find, a world she
had always wanted to explore, a world she had found the perfect guide, the
perfect man to be with.
After a while the blows stopped. Isobel
was trembling by now and Byron let her relax. The girl didn’t leave for a
couple more minutes. But when she did, Isobel’s head fell forward from
exhaustion as much surprise. Byron got in front of Isobel and raised her head
again. She kissed her lips tenderly.
“How are you feeling my lady?” he
asked.
“It was…great!” she said shouting the
last word. Byron smiled widely. “I have never felt like this. It was painful
but also so erotic. And she was kissing me and our bodies were touching one
another and it completely mind-blowing.” Byron kissed her again. “The idea was
great Byron but I’m only half done!” Well he didn’t expect that and the girls
standing behind Isobel giggled which made her follow them too.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked her
and she nodded yes. “The female body is much more sensitive in front.” Isobel
jerked her head left and right implying that she didn’t want to hear anymore.
Sweat and blood were running down Isobel’s body and she was about to have a lot
more of both.
“Byron do I have blood running on my
body?” she asked him and he answered with a simple yes. “While you whip me I
want them to lick my blood. It’s a shame to be wasted.” Byron kissed her lips
touching her breasts and ass. He was so happy for her. To be honest he didn’t
expect that from her and he made a notion to the girls to follow her wish which
of course they were more than happy to do so. Byron brought a finger covered
with her blood to her face. When she smelled it her face nerves tightened and
immediately opened her mouth to taste it. Byron gave her his finger which she
liked clean.
“You will notice than blood tastes
slightly different now. That’s because your sense of taste is also much sharper
now and of course vampire blood taste somehow different too. Feeling better
now?” he asked and she nodded in agreement. She was surprised when she felt how
so little amount of blood made her feel better. But then again, her thoughts
were interrupted by two tongues attacking her body and licking every spot in
it.
The sound of rose stalks cutting
thought the air caught her attention suddenly. The feeling of her stomach
getting whipped with thorns made her jerk backwards. She got another one
crossing her first one and then six more. Byron was holding a rose in each hand
and he went with an alternative strategy. He used both in the same time,
something that really made Isobel cry out after a while. Meanwhile the girls
had finished cleaning her and they were sure she would pretty be surprised to
see that her body had already healed. But she other things in her mind now,
such as getting her breasts whipped with thorns. The other girl stood up and
pressed her body against Isobel’s. Her pussy touching her ass, her soft breasts
against her back, she let Isobel’s head lean backwards on her left shoulder
while she raised her hands and clasped their fingers. From time to time she
kissed her lips and neck. Isobel was trembling.
Byron had warned her about the difference in the whipping, he had warned
her that the pain would be much worse but he had said nothing about the amount
of pleasure she would be getting; and there was lot of it!
After a couple of minutes of intense
breast whipping, he focused on her thighs. The girl used her own feet to spread
Isobel’s feet a little more so Byron could have a better view. She felt her
inner thighs burning and there a little spot in the back of her mind where she
hid the fear getting her pussy whipped by those thorns. She wanted to feel how
that would feel but she was also a bit afraid. Byron saw that and decided to go
easy on her; after she had gotten through a lot. So after whipping her thighs
he went for her pussy but not with much power. Somewhere between the immense
pain and pleasure Isobel understood that. She understood that Byron had sensed
her fear and got angry for feeling like that.
“Byron what is this? Are you tired?” she
asked him and opened her eyes to look straight at him, without even a glimpse
at her body. She saw him standing in front of her, naked, with stalks dripping
blood but without a single drop of sweat on him. “Or am I boring you?” he
smiled at her braveness and kissed her lips.
“You already are a bloody mess Isobel;
I don’t need to go further. I have proven what I wanted. Whipping you harder
will offer nothing, believe
“Go on, I know you want to.” She told
them and girls dived again on her body.
Byron kissed her neck from behind and
Isobel gasped. She tried to move her body backwards to feel him more but being
tied didn’t offer much help. The girls licked her feet first then moved upwards
were they split up. One girl went for the thighs the other for the breasts.
They worked their way to the same target though; her pussy. Isobel felt Byron
getting hard and her feet trembling from the pair of tongues that were
competing on who will lick her clit. Byron tapped lightly at the girls’ heads
ordering them to stand up, much to Isobel’s disappointment. Byron got in front
of Isobel and felt her body for a little. Then he rubbed his dick on her thighs
and put the tip on her pussy. Isobel gasped and tried to bring her body forward.
The girls started licking her body, biting her ass and her neck.
Byron entered Isobel’s pussy with slow
moves and Isobel let out a sigh of relief. She raised her legs and put them
around his waist while the girls untied her hands. The girls led her arms
around his neck and after kissing her neck again; they bowed their heads and
left the room. Isobel heard that and smiled. She wasn’t ashamed of them, after
all it was too late to feel like that, but she wanted to be alone with Byron.
He carried her to the bed where she let her fall gently, like a baby. He kissed
her lips and began moving in and out again. Isobel’s grip got stronger and she
had joined his rhythm. After a while she unhooked her legs from his waist and
put with his. She took her hands of his neck and put them on his face. Byron
stopped for a few seconds and looked in her eyes. She had tears in her eyes.
“I’ve never been this happy Byron, my
vampire, my Lord.” She said bringing the same smile in his face. He lowered his
lips and kissed hers, then her eyes tasting the tears, then her lips again. Her
smile brought such happiness in his heart, he never thought possible to
experience.
“Make love to me my Prince of Darkness”
she told him pulling him closer and burying her face in his neck.
Byron started moving again, slow in the
beginning then faster and faster. He put his hand under her back and rolling
his body to the right brought her on top of him. Her face was still buried in
his neck. Her hands were still behind his back. After a while her hands left
his back and went for his chest. She moved her body back and forth on his dick.
He put his hands on her shoulders and raised her body. He felt her perfect
breasts while she caressing his stomach. But they never lost their rhythm. It
was getting faster by the minute and they were both close to a much wanted
orgasm. Byron had focused on her nipples and Isobel was almost jumping up and
down on him. It didn’t take long for them to get their wanted. A couple more
minutes and Byron came inside Isobel; his sperm triggering her own orgasm that
made her collapse on his chest. They both trembled and stayed there for a
little longer. When they had both finally relaxed, Isobel raised her head and
with blissful eyes kissed his lips.
“Get some rest my Lady” he told her and
returned her kiss. Isobel put her head on his neck and her hands on his chest.
Byron used his left hand to slightly massage her neck and rested his right hand
on her left foot. Isobel sigh and lack of movement told him of her surrender to
Morpheus. He tried to do the same not wanting to think of that night’s upcoming
events. He only hoped it would be the last of his fights.
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