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advantage of that.
I find that Mandy could do such a thing to the Dean odd. Dr. Metaxas certainly didn’t strike me as that sort, but in spite of all my experience I could have overlooked something.
An unconscious shrug moves my shoulders. I told Helen I would see what I could do and have decided that is nothing. I don’t care a jot for how badly she wants to keep her young lover, I only want my students to learn.
With that decision out of the way I notice I have become a bit peckish. I haven’t fed for two nights. It’s wise for me to keep a nearly full belly. What I am breaks out of my control more easily the hungrier I am.
I turn in a particular direction and head for the part of town outside the university grounds. I’m sure Diane’s free tonight.
* * * *
It’s three in the morning and I am in Diane’s bed.
My hands stroke her auburn hair and my lips caress the fair satin skin of her forehead. She shivers in response.
I need to use little of my power with her these days. She’s become accustomed to and desirous for my touch. But for her pleasure, I push some fire into her, make the shimmering heat she feels rise.
I pause to make sure my mask is in place. Diane can never know what I am. The consequences would be too grievous for me to bear. For a moment my body stiffens at the vision my imagination creates of that moment, of Diane in terror of what I am.
“Georges?” my love asks, puzzled at my sudden hesitation.
“Nothing, cher . Once again I’m awed by how I feel.” Which is both true and very frightening.
My mouth moves down, covers hers, works at her hungrily. She answers with the same passion. Her hands rove, teasing my skin. As always, to my amazement, I react. Shimmering emotion fills me. This isn’t my usual hunt. I’ve come to care for her.
My arms go around her back and I hug her close. Breaking my face away from hers I look into her eyes. “Sweet Diane,” I exhale.
Her eyes glitter at me, lust providing the sharp sparkles and warmth a deep glow. “Georges,” she whispers back.
My face lowers to her neck. For a moment, my hunger screams at me to feed, drain her dry, leave a cold corpse lying here to spread fear in the world. I easily ignore it. Monster I may be but not all the time, and especially not now.
Instead my tongue teases with soft, quick licks. I use my power to push Diane’s passion a little higher. She sucks in a sharp breath and a tremor runs through her. Her fingernails dig softly into my arm and back.
I chuckle against her throat and move on. Playing, I lave her shoulders and chest, sweep up her breast and take a nipple in my mouth. It pops into stiffness and I feel her aureola crinkle under my tongue. With my canines I lightly nip the tender nub. A slight hint of the ecstasy feeding creates washes into her. Diane gurgles, grabs my dark hair and pulls me close. I suck hard at her. The sound of her legs running over the sheets as she spreads herself comes to me.
I play over to her other breast and gambol there for long moments. Her body begins a steady tremble as I do.
With mischievous kisses I move down to her tummy. My power propels her emotions, raising her joy higher still. As I come to her hips I run the edges of my teeth over the skin above her joints. Her muscles jerk, then jerk again. “Georges” she whimpers, “no more teasing, please.”
“ D’accord ,” I tell her. I drape her left leg over my shoulder so that her labia sit in front of me, quivering and lustrous. The sweet, rich aroma of her arousal stuffs my nose.
My tongue runs out and licks up her soaking outer lips. Diane hisses and her body lurches as I do. I run around and around her, sopping up her taste. The hiss becomes a moan and her movements rhythmic. More lusciously flavored fluids dribble from her to be swallowed by me.
With gentle care, I work a finger inside, pushing slowly. I run in and out with a steady beat. Her hips match my cadence and her inner muscles squeeze
I find that Mandy could do such a thing to the Dean odd. Dr. Metaxas certainly didn’t strike me as that sort, but in spite of all my experience I could have overlooked something.
An unconscious shrug moves my shoulders. I told Helen I would see what I could do and have decided that is nothing. I don’t care a jot for how badly she wants to keep her young lover, I only want my students to learn.
With that decision out of the way I notice I have become a bit peckish. I haven’t fed for two nights. It’s wise for me to keep a nearly full belly. What I am breaks out of my control more easily the hungrier I am.
I turn in a particular direction and head for the part of town outside the university grounds. I’m sure Diane’s free tonight.
* * * *
It’s three in the morning and I am in Diane’s bed.
My hands stroke her auburn hair and my lips caress the fair satin skin of her forehead. She shivers in response.
I need to use little of my power with her these days. She’s become accustomed to and desirous for my touch. But for her pleasure, I push some fire into her, make the shimmering heat she feels rise.
I pause to make sure my mask is in place. Diane can never know what I am. The consequences would be too grievous for me to bear. For a moment my body stiffens at the vision my imagination creates of that moment, of Diane in terror of what I am.
“Georges?” my love asks, puzzled at my sudden hesitation.
“Nothing, cher . Once again I’m awed by how I feel.” Which is both true and very frightening.
My mouth moves down, covers hers, works at her hungrily. She answers with the same passion. Her hands rove, teasing my skin. As always, to my amazement, I react. Shimmering emotion fills me. This isn’t my usual hunt. I’ve come to care for her.
My arms go around her back and I hug her close. Breaking my face away from hers I look into her eyes. “Sweet Diane,” I exhale.
Her eyes glitter at me, lust providing the sharp sparkles and warmth a deep glow. “Georges,” she whispers back.
My face lowers to her neck. For a moment, my hunger screams at me to feed, drain her dry, leave a cold corpse lying here to spread fear in the world. I easily ignore it. Monster I may be but not all the time, and especially not now.
Instead my tongue teases with soft, quick licks. I use my power to push Diane’s passion a little higher. She sucks in a sharp breath and a tremor runs through her. Her fingernails dig softly into my arm and back.
I chuckle against her throat and move on. Playing, I lave her shoulders and chest, sweep up her breast and take a nipple in my mouth. It pops into stiffness and I feel her aureola crinkle under my tongue. With my canines I lightly nip the tender nub. A slight hint of the ecstasy feeding creates washes into her. Diane gurgles, grabs my dark hair and pulls me close. I suck hard at her. The sound of her legs running over the sheets as she spreads herself comes to me.
I play over to her other breast and gambol there for long moments. Her body begins a steady tremble as I do.
With mischievous kisses I move down to her tummy. My power propels her emotions, raising her joy higher still. As I come to her hips I run the edges of my teeth over the skin above her joints. Her muscles jerk, then jerk again. “Georges” she whimpers, “no more teasing, please.”
“ D’accord ,” I tell her. I drape her left leg over my shoulder so that her labia sit in front of me, quivering and lustrous. The sweet, rich aroma of her arousal stuffs my nose.
My tongue runs out and licks up her soaking outer lips. Diane hisses and her body lurches as I do. I run around and around her, sopping up her taste. The hiss becomes a moan and her movements rhythmic. More lusciously flavored fluids dribble from her to be swallowed by me.
With gentle care, I work a finger inside, pushing slowly. I run in and out with a steady beat. Her hips match my cadence and her inner muscles squeeze
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