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“More, please,” she whispers, her eyes locking with mine.

I grunt and start pumping harder, holding on to her legs for leverage, her calves on my shoulders, and soon, I’m rutting like an animal. I feel so incredibly strong like this, seeing her beneath me, her cunt sopping, her eyes glazed, her body mine for the taking. It almost feels wrong, like I shouldn’t be relishing how much I’m overpowering her, and yet I am.

“More,” she whispers again.

I grin at her, my voice ragged as I say, “I’m not done with you yet.”

I pull out, my cock bobbing, shiny with her desire, as I flip her over on her stomach. She lets out a gleeful laugh that makes my heart skip a beat, but that’s quickly overshadowed by the fervent need to come inside her.

But first, I want to feed.

And then, I want to give her something more.

I lean forward over her back and bite the side of her neck. My fangs pierce her skin, and her sweet blood flows into my mouth, trickling down her neck. I know I shouldn’t feed from her so often, but I can’t help myself. Her blood is as addictive as the rest of her.

“More,” she groans.

“More what?” I ask against her neck, licking up the spilled blood. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“More of you. I want to feel more of everything. I want to feel obliterated.”

“Then your prayers shall be answered,” I tell her.

I swallow her blood down and then straighten up. “Lift up your hips,” I murmur to her, watching as her firm, full bottom rises in the air. “That’s a good girl.”

I lean down and bite her cheek, fangs sinking into the soft, pillowy skin.

She cries out, her body stiffening before she starts to relax into me.

Before she can move, I grasp her rear in my hands and spread her cheeks apart. Her tight little hole is clean, pink, and waiting for me, and I’m going to mess it all up. I lower my head, my nose pressing in first before my mouth, and she gasps as my tongue makes contact with her pretty puckered spot, tasting of the soap I washed her with.

“Oh my God,” she cries out against the chain.

I keep probing, tasting, getting her hole as wet as possible for what I’m about to do. I pull back and bite her rear again, pulling the blood into my mouth before I spit on my hand.

I slide that hand over my throbbing cock, then between her cheeks, alternating until both are slippery.

“Bite down if you need to,” I joke.

Then, I press the tip of my cock against her slick hole and slowly push in.

“Ahhh,” she cries out softly.

“That’s it, you can take me,” I assure her. “I’ll go slow.”

“Priest,” she groans, her body starting to squirm, as if to run.

I pause, placing my hand on her lower back. “You can tell me to stop.”

She nods, swallowing audibly. “It’s alright. I’m fine.”

“You can take it,” I tell her again.

“I can take it.”

I grin to myself with a perverse sense of pride before I grab her hips and continue pushing myself inside her. Inch by inch it goes, and I spit a few times more to lubricate its path.

She moans loudly, and while she’s not pushing her rear into me, she’s not trying to run away either.