The Palace Beast

Although it was a gentle grabbing what bothers her is the coldness of the hand that grabbed her. As she swirled, she realized it was John that grabbed her. John grinned and immediately brought his face to hers and kissed her. "Where have you been?"

"Forgive me my dear that I had to leave in such a hurry before you wake."

John started caressing her and kissing her by the neck. She started reciprocating and quickly stood to her feet. She grabbed John's waist and brought her breast so close to his chest.

"I have missed this," she said with her arms wrapped over John's waist.

"I thought I won't see you again, I was scared to death." John kissed her by the forehead and carried her to the table. His cold hands were a result of coming out from the mystic cave. The cave is cold on the inside but warm on the outside. "Why are you cold?"

"It must be the mystic cave but you have nothing to worry about."

"Then let me keep you warm." Bonnie grabbed him and draws him to herself as she was still lying on the table. Then she flexed wide her legs and started kissing and rubbing his chest.

Bonnie's hands were all over him, burning and her soft lips played with his head. The sensations were so opposite. Bonnie's hands were warm and soft; she took what she wanted, gripping his body like it was her to own. Bonnie's touch was tentative and sweet, so caressing wasn't all they desire.

"I want you inside me." Before she could finish, he crashed his lips into hers. She gasped as he pushed her against the table, kissing her hard. His soft lips moved over hers, overpowering her, overwhelming her. When his tongue grazed hers, she moaned into his mouth. She lost herself in that kiss, in the moment. It was magic in its purest form and her panties were soaked with it.

She arches her back and tilts her hips to meet each of his thrusts and pull him in deeper. She removes one of her hands from the table and pushes it between her legs, sliding her fingers around where they are joined and bringing the wetness up to circle her clit. Bracing her feet against the edge of the table so she doesn't fall to the ground with the force of him humping her, she rubs her clit with the tips of her fingers. She couldn't help begging for more.

He moves his head back, holding her leg up. She gasps, rocking her hips up and pushing to him. He eats her out, tongue like a magic as it lashes her clit. He takes his mouth off her.

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"Come in me," she said. She lifted herself up with her hands around his neck and kissed him.

She's aware even if John should 'come in her' doesn't mean she will end up having a baby because vampires cannot have children because their bodies no longer change in any aspect. There is no changing cycle, to begin with, and their bodies couldn't expand to fit a growing child, either.

She is a non-dead and non-alive chimerical creature, feeding on the blood of the living to draw vital force. Vampires do not reproduce by copulation, but by biting and turning others.

Then she reached down for him and pressed the head of his penis into her again. "I want to feel us,” she said.

And when he lowered himself upon her and sank as deep as he could go, her voice was replaced by that high keening hum. John watched her face as best he could.

Those strange contortions would be so horrible under any other circumstances. Her lips parting, stretching, her mouth opening in a silent howl. Eyes closed and then suddenly open, staring up at him with real helplessness, mixed with a hunger for blood and surprise.

The heel of her hand hit his chest; it seemed for a moment as if she were going to try to push him off of her. But it passed. She was rising toward him, levitating, holding on with her hard competent hands. John could feel her reaching her climax and he almost stopped because he didn't want it to end. It was, after all, how they'd taught each other to make love: this should suppress orgasm.

Each time he stopped, the eventual come would be more powerful. Each interlude would send them streaming closer together. But as he slowed his pace she quickened hers and her grip had a sternness in its strength, an under-taste of fury. He thought that if he didn't carry through she might actually punch him in the mouth. And so he slipped his hands beneath her rump so no matter what their bodies did they would be touching and he would stay in her as deep as possible. The hum became a kind of toneless noise, like the loudest part of a yawn stretched out indefinitely. They were moving like mad and suddenly he could feel her inner walls in terrifying detail as if he'd gotten fifty times thicker. They both came, first Bonnie and then John, moments on top of her, holding each other, and their voices joining, forming one wild and unbearably lonely cry.

As they both lay on the table panting and laughing at the same time, their moments of fun were interrupted when the chief's head was tossed to the table. "What the hell!" John exclaimed as he sat up. Bonnie quickly sat up too with curiosity about what happened to the chief who pinned her into a coffin.

They looked towards the entrance, only to see five orcs standing by the entrance with evil in their eyes.

"Kill them both!" one of the orcs yelled with his sword pointed at John and Bonnie.