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Blaze

Ripley looks like an immortal goddess covered in the blood of our enemies. My cock comes to life in my jeans as I watch her rip the blade out of Donavan’s chest. The bastard is still gurgling, but there’s no way he’s getting back up. She must have driven the Bowie into his chest and neck at least a dozen times. The fucker will be dead soon.

As Ripley rises from the ground, she tries to clean the mess off my knife with her dress, but she’s also covered in this fucker’s blood. All she does is smear the crimson liquid around with every swipe against the fabric. When she finally stops trying, she turns her icy stare to me.

The sight of blood always gets my dick hard, but when it’s on my Little Sire, it makes me fucking feral. I need to get my hands on her really soon. Though, I’m afraid right now might not be the time. She doesn’t look pleased with me.

I don’t have much time left, and I need to have her again before I go. Maybe she’ll take pity on me about the whole being sent back to the afterlife thing. I’m not above guilting her into letting me fuck that sweet, tight pussy again.

Her chest is heaving with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The deep plunge of her dress shifted during the attack, and her gorgeous tit and pink nipple are on full display for me. One of the slits at the front of her dress ripped all the way up to her waist, revealing more skin than before. She’s fucking perfect.

“So, now what?”

She asks, clearly frustrated as she waves her arms toward the three nearly lifeless bodies behind her, but I don’t look at them. My eyes remained trained on the woman before me.

The annoyance on Ripley’s face falls away as she takes in my expression. I can only assume that my desire is evident on my face.

At the same time, we move toward each other until we collide in the middle. I take her lips for the first time and groan at the contact. I need more.

My tongue delves into her mouth as my hands take hold of the torn fabric, easily shredding the rest of the flimsy material. She shoves my jacket from my shoulders before immediately pulling at the hem of my t-shirt. When she can't lift the material from my body, she uses her long dark nails to tear it. The ripping sound of my shirt only heightens our frenzy.

In seconds, my pants are gone, and we both stand in the field completely bare to each other. Ripley trails my body with her hungry eyes until they land on my dick. Her eyes grow wide, and her head snaps up until they meet mine again.

“Your dick is…”

She trails off, and I can’t help the bark of laughter that sounds through the field.

“It’s tattooed.”

I nod as I take it in my fist. As I stroke myself, the light from the headlights flashes across the metal at my tip.

“And it’s pierced.”

“Holy…fuck,”

she breathes. She bites into her bottom lip as she looks back to my thick length in my hands.

“I didn’t notice before.”

I smirk at her and her innocence. She’s clearly never fucked someone with a piercing before, and in a fucked up way I like corrupting her. I don’t have much time left. Who knows if she’ll even want to try bringing me back for a second time? I’m going to take full advantage of the time I have left with her.

“Get on your knees, Ripley.”

I watch intently as she processes what I’ve said, blinking up at me as clarity washes over her face. A soft smile spreads across her lips as she sinks to her knees in front of me.

Ripley takes my cock in her small, bloody hand, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Yup, definitely fucked in the head. In a flash, her perfect lips are wrapping around my cock, sucking me into her mouth until she gags. My cock jerks at the sound.

My girl doesn’t let something as silly as gagging or choking stop her from taking me back into her mouth, swallowing more and more of my length with each of my thrusts in between her perfect lips.

I’m obsessed with this girl. I don’t want to go back there. No, I want to stay here and continue to fuck any hole she’ll let me. Maybe taking her ass will be my goodbye present.

I groan at the thought as I grab a fist full of her hair, so I can hold her in place. Her mouth feels good, but I need to be in control when it comes to her. I can’t move at her pace right now. I need to fuck her throat, and then her tight little cunt.

Tears stream down her cheeks and saliva spills from her mouth as I rock my hips over and over again, but she doesn’t stop me. She hums around my tip each time it hits the back of her throat.

Her piercing blue eyes stare up at me, never straying from my face. I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck her one last time.

As I take a step away from her, my dick slides from her mouth with an audible pop, and my Little Sire giggles. She fucking giggles, and I think it’s my new favorite thing. Fuck, I’m becoming a sap.

“How do you want me?”

She asks, reading my mind.

The sap in me wants to hold her and watch her face as I fill her. The heathen in me wants to bend her over Donavan’s dying body and use his blood as lube. I decide on neither of those options.

“Go sit on the hood of Donavan’s cruiser.”

I nod at the police car a few feet behind her.

Her eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“You w-want to fuck me o-on his car. Blaze…”

“Yes.”

I stare at her, waiting as patiently as I can for her to get off the ground. When she doesn’t move, my annoyance grows.

“Get over there. Now.”

Ripley’s on her feet and scrambling over to the car. She hops on the hood, her heavy tits bouncing with her movements. I knew the second I got her naked, I’d love what she was hiding under that dress. She’s perfect, and I’m going to have my fill of her.

“Spread your legs for me, Little Sire. I want to see all of you.”

I slowly walk toward her as she does as she’s told. She rests her feet on the bumper of the car, wide enough that her glistening pussy is exposed, waiting for me to fuck it.

When I’m close enough to her, I grab her throat and pull her mouth to mine. I want to taste her. All of her. I break the kiss too quickly, but there’s so much more of her for me to explore. I drag my tongue down the column of her throat. I place soft kisses down her chest until I take one hard nipple into my mouth. Ripley moans loudly as I suck on the bud.

Her skin is sweet and salty. Fucking delicious. I’d spend forever licking and biting every inch of her if I wasn’t so desperate to get inside her. I trail a hand between her thighs, and slide my fingers through her arousal. She’s so wet for me. The sounds my fingers make as I rub her clit are obscene. She’s more than ready for my cock.

I release her nipple from my mouth and look down to watch as I continue to glide through her wetness. She rocks her hips, desperate for more.

When I remove my hand and replace it with my cock, Ripley whimpers.

“Please. Please. Please.”

“Such a needy cunt,”

I tease as I tap my crown against her swollen clit. I’m watching her face every time I tap her swollen bundle of nerves, and I’m pretty sure I could make her come from this alone. But that’s not what I want. I need to feel her strangling my dick with her pussy as she comes.

Grabbing her face, I force her eyes to mine. I lean in and nip at her full bottom lip and whisper against her mouth,

“Watch me as I fill you.”

She nods, though her head barely moves with my firm grip holding her in place. I release her and line up my cock at her entrance. In one hard thrust, I’m filling her. She makes a strangled sound, I exhale on a loud groan. “Fuck…”

“I need…more,”

she breathes, rocking her hips so I’ll move.

I grip her ass and pull her to the edge of the hood and rut into her over and over again, loving her incoherent cries. She’s so tight and responsive. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.

“Blaze,”

She cries out as she throws her arms around my neck, pressing our chests together and claiming my lips. She’s so hot and wet — and for now, she’s mine.

“You love getting fucked by a dead man, don’t you, Little Sire?”

She moans as a new flood of wetness soaks my cock. I could stay in this pussy forever. This is my new home —right here buried deep in Ripley’s cunt.

“Did you bring me back just so I could fill you with my seed? You want to see if I can fuck my ghost babies into this tight cunt?”

What the hell? My dick jumps inside her at my own dirty words. I want to breed her? I guess that is a new kink unlocked.

She must fucking love it too, because her legs tighten around my waist, and she lets out a guttoral groan as her pussy clamps down on my cock. She pants against my face, riding out wave after wave of an orgasm that nearly takes me with her into pure euphoria. But I’m not ready to fill her. She feels too damn good for this to end.

I want another one from her. I think I will always want one more from her. I’m greedy for her orgasms.

Quickly I lift her from the hood and spin us around, so I’m now leaning against it. I bounce her up and down on my cock over and over, setting a violent rhythm as I feel her inner walls begin to spasm around my length.

“Give it to me, Little Sire. Let me feel you.”

“I-I-I can’t…”

she stutters her refusal, shaking her head.

“Yes, you can, and you will. I won’t stop until you do.”

I force out the words between grunts. I’m desperate to feel her milking my cock again, and I need to feel it soon. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my own release at bay.

“Play with your clit, baby.”

Ripley shakes her head, but I watch as her hand snakes between our bodies, and she does as she’s told. She moans loudly as her fingers circle her sensitive bundle.

“Ripley, I swear to fucking god if you dont come…”

I spear her faster with my dick, dropping her on my length harder and harder each time, until she throws her head back and cries out.

“Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Her back arches, and I’m afraid she’s going to fall, but I don’t stop as her orgasm rips through her and she screams again. Her cunt locks around me in a vice grip, and I roar as I spill my release into her pussy. She milks every thick rope of cum from me until we’re both panting.

I turn us again and place her back down on the hood. I’m not ready to let her go, but I guess the undead also get exhausted. Her arms and legs are still tightly wrapped around me as our breathing evens out.

We stay like this, wrapped in an oddly peaceful embrace until Ripley finally pulls away. There’s still a lingering flush heating her skin. Her dark hair is a wild mess. Makeup and blood stain her beautiful cheeks. She looks ridiculously sexy.

A smile spreads across her face slowly, and I think I’d be okay seeing her like this more often.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just really happy you didn’t come back like a real ghost.”

She laughs, but I’m not sure what she’s talking about. She must read my confusion because she continues.

“You know, like Casper or something.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re happy that you could actually ride my dick.”

I raise a brow and wait for her answer.

“Maybe…”

She hops off of the car in search of clothes, seemingly forgetting that I tore her dress to pieces. I’m about to toss her my shirt, when she starts tying parts of the fabric together until she has something resembling a dress or like some kind of gothic mummy, with black instead of white bandages.

Behind Ripley, I watch as the flicker of light grows over the horizon. The sun will be up soon, and I’m out of time.

Throwing on my clothes, I never stop bouncing my eyes between the rising sun and the beautiful girl I don’t want to leave. She watches me just as intently, her smile long gone.

“You’re leaving…”

She hangs her head and crosses her arms in front of her.

I’m not the guy she wants to comfort her. I’ll say something stupid like I’d never want to leave her pussy. While it’s true, it doesn’t feel right. It’s not enough.

“I guess I can try again on Halloween.”

She offers me a weak smile and a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

I eat up the space between us with long strides and wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her face back until she’s looking up at me. I see the sadness in her watery blue pools. Just hours ago, she was terrified that she was actually able to pull me from the other side. Now, she doesn’t want me to go.

I crash my lips to hers, bruising her mouth with my kiss. I could get carried away, swallowing her moans, but I need to get back. I don’t know what will happen if I’m not in the cemetery by the time the sun has fully risen, but I have this overwhelming feeling it will be really shitty for me.

I nip at her lip before breaking the kiss.

“Don’t wait until Halloween.”

“But-”

“The veil is thin more than twice a year, Little Sire.”

I offer her a smile and take her in one last time. Fuck, I don’t want to leave. After long moments of just staring at each other, I finally look up at the sky, and I see the array of purple bleeding into red as the sun gets closer to the horizon.

“Bring me back, baby, or I’ll fucking haunt you.”

I hear her soft laugh as I turn and sprint toward the cemetery. All I want to do is go back to her. Hopefully she’ll see that the veil between worlds is also thin on Beltane, and she’ll work her magic again.

She’ll probably hate me for what I have to do to stay in this world, but I’m not willing to give her up now that I’ve had her. We’ll have to work through our issues when she learns I have to kill her brother to stay with her.