Forbidden by law: animal instincts

The club of forbidden pleasures , animal instincts . And I went on... with my hands, I massaged his chest muscles, which were getting tighter and tighter. I can't take it anymore. With an agile movement, he pulled me off him and turned to get on top of me. The fire in his eyes mesmerized me. He breathed abruptly through his mouth into my lips, his teeth showing themselves, sharp as they squeezed them and moved his jaw tense. His body sank deeper into the mattress. And suddenly I felt some hidden threat that seemed to come from him. My instincts were telling me to back off, that something was terribly wrong, that something was happening, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Suddenly he calmed down about me and a perverse smile began to play on the corners of his mouth. - Darling, you've learned this game very well and very quickly. - I enjoyed touching you. His eyes darkened and I felt the danger present again. And I like it when you touch me, sweet Ayeska. His eyelashes covered his eyes and he lowered his head. Her lips were like the soft touch of satin on mine. It tasted delicious and penetrated my mouth as her tongue gently separated my lips. The softness of her tongue slowly licked my mouth, drawing the contour of my lips. I opened my mouth, eager to kiss him, and felt the touch of his tongue inside me, and I groaned. Our fevered tongues licked each other, and again and again, he poured in and out of my mouth, until I felt encouraged. I raised my hands to wrap around his neck, the delicious softness of his hair on my fingers and palms as our bodies joined together. He scraped my lips with his teeth and took a small drop of blood. I felt pain and made a face. He licked my blood right away and the pain subsided. The grunt that came out of his lips died in my mouth. I swallowed it and made it part of me. He nibbled me and then I felt his lips on mine. I felt the heat emanating more and more from his skin against my body. My hands slid down his back until... Oh my God! His firm buttocks. Then everything else disappeared, the only real, tangible thing in the world at that moment was Saint-Laurent. And his devastating kiss. Looking at his face, I saw his eyes change color rapidly as his body shivered over mine, his penis like a hot torch over my belly. I moaned and felt something much more than just need and desire. I suddenly felt his mouth pressing down on my throat like a hot furnace. Her strong hands held the upper part of my arms almost wrapped around them. I felt his member compress my pubic area and in a sigh I separated his legs anxiously, drawing him into the center of my pleasure. I wrapped his hips with my legs, locked his ankles and groaned as he turned his hips against my body. I felt the bite, seconds later it stiffened again and this time with a roar that would have frightened anyone, but it only served to excite me more. - Beloved, we must slow down... I can't help myself... he had a broken voice, but quickly recovered. His gaze burned my face and body. - It's not my turn yet, sweetheart. She immediately put her hands on my lap, unbuttoned the green blouse with the zipper on the front and unbuttoned it, causing it to fall to the floor. "You are delicious", he said. Her hands touched my breasts through the white satin of my bra, lifting them up and stroking my nipples with her thumbs through the fabric. He slid his fingers, impatient, and took off the straps of his bra. He moved them around him and took them back and then unbuttoned the bra with just one movement of his fingers. The palms of his hands caressed me, slowly. The bra came off and I was completely exposed. Saint-Laurent completely absorbed me with his gaze. My nipples were hard with desire. They were screaming for my body and my mind. And he did it as if he'd heard my pleas, took them in his hands, his nipples in his palms. "Soft, beautiful", he whispered. Her fingers caressed my nipples, squeezed and twisted them until I arched my back to her caresses. His hands touched me more firmly now. They pressed me down on the feather pillows on the bed. He pulled his hands down through the curve of my belly to the zipper of the black skirt. After a few seconds, the skirt was no longer in place, sliding down through my thighs and legs to the side of the bed. I didn't have any pantyhose on that night. I was wearing a leather belt and black 7/8 socks. I was glad to see the unabashed appreciation on Saint-Laurent's face. When he kissed the top of his socks in reverence, I almost had a thrill and pleasure. The socks flew off my body as if they had wings, because he hooked them easily on his fingers and slid them down my legs. His eyes burned me as he held my legs apart in front of him. A bright drop of his sweat ran down his temple. - I need you, Ayeska. <unk> He stopped looking at my sex and sought my look. Forget the lesson, forget the plan, I need you. Without words, I nodded. "Give me all the sweetness you have, I promise you'll be safe, just don't turn back now", he said with a groan, and he ran across my naked body with his eyes. - Please... I want you... With a smile, my hand caressed her face. - I won't back down. Make me yours. Upon hearing this, he severed my legs with more force. I felt embarrassed to be so exposed in front of him, but it was nothing compared to the immense desire I felt. We were both naked and together now. Saint-Laurent, took one of his hands between my legs and made me feel his fingers on the smooth skin of my pubis, on the moist and full flesh. I groaned... I groaned with caress. His fingers separated my folds, opening them. - For God's sake, he whispered and made me shudder. He stroked my vulva with his fingers as he lubricated and sprinkled my moisture over every inch of my agitated flesh that was open for his pleasure. I could have sworn that, for a moment, the gleam of her eyes took a red colour behind the curtain of hair and then shone into a strong silver. "Touch is important", he said. "And taste, too". He lowered his body, he bowed his head, and I felt a boiling wave of breath in my vagina, and then he closed his mouth on her. I shouted. I could feel the curve of his lips and then I felt his tongue against my wet vagina. The world revolved around me, because his head moved between my legs as he licked me from the anus to the clitoris, and on and on and on until I felt like I was going to die from the excitement swelling me up. The moist sounds filling the room and my ears, along with the sound of his breathing and my frantic groans. I was moaning, my vagina was contracting, my boner was huge, my throat was dry. He would suck me off and lick me harder. Then came the little bites. I screamed and spread my legs further apart. - Maissssssssss....ahhhhhhhh...more....ohhh that is deliciousaaa...do not stop...please...do not...stopeeee He sucked me harder and then replaced his lips with his fingers, penetrated my long middle finger very deep into my penis, stuffed it, extended it, while the other finger played with my swollen clitoris. Our eyes met while his hand played between my legs. Sweetie, you are so sweet. He licked my swollen lips that glowed with moisture. The entire weight of his body covered me, as he moved his hand deeply in and out of me, and the sounds of moist palms accompanied each movement, and he sealed his mouth against mine and let me taste my own taste, which he carried on his lips and on his tongue. The feeling of giving, of sharing something deep, was more than just sex. The finger inside my vagina became two, which stretched me out as he invested against it, the tip of one finger pressing on my hard clitoris once, twice, and on the third, I felt the avalanche of moisture falling down her hand. My body became a pulse with a life of its own, a giant, beating heartbeat, and in that moment, I really felt like I was flying. The orgasm exploded through my entire being and I screamed louder than I'd ever screamed before. I've never had an orgasm like this. Saint-Laurent, he pulled another finger inside of me and another, until I felt it open wide, as if he were reaching into my heart through the womb, burrowing so deeply. The muscles of my vagina burned the four fingers that caressed it, until I felt that it caused me a little pain. Full of pleasure, passion and yes, pain. Pain, because I was fully extended and his mouth was still sucking me. He invested deeply inside me again, until I felt a new sensation, perhaps stronger than the orgasm that still shook me. And I exploded again and again and again screaming and crying and sobbing and moaning. The same thing happened to my vision... to my lungs... until everything went dark. It was too early for both of them, he knew, but he was enormously hungry, his body and his soul were thirsty, his veins begged and yearned with a burning need, he was powerless before his own dark nature. He thrust his fangs sharply into his velvety throat and drank deeply. A brilliant light exploded into every fiber of his being. "She was so sweet. Ayeska's life energy and blood filled him, nourished him. She was life-giving. Full of life. She had never felt so stunned, so fulfilled and ecstatic. And there was no indecision on her part. She had given herself completely to him and, through their open hearts, shared with her the gift that was only his. He was an incubus and a vampire. He was possessed of unimaginable gifts and was now using them to thank her for her trust. So innocent and so generous, she was the sweet Ayeska, from head to toe, and the taste of her blood made her mind wander with spectacular images of passion, lust and desire. The flavor of his life essence filled his body until it overflowed and gave him a vibrant energy like he had never felt in his long years. I could never get enough of her, not now, not ever. I was lost for... her. If at any moment, moment, he thought of uniting her with him for his own pleasure, he knew it was impossible. She surprised him. She had bound him to her in a way that he didn't even know humans could do. She would instantly turn him into an addict. She was his addiction now. No matter how long he existed, he would never stop wanting her. The explosion of his orgasm shook him. Through her, he could see the sunshine, smell the flowers of spring. He's never felt this way about feeding on a human before. Because it wasn't just feeding itself; it was something else, something that couldn't define what it was. He swallowed the warm, tasty taste again. His glow faded a little as his strength flowed within him. She was weakening and weakening, relaxed in his arms. He was afraid this might happen. He walked away so he wouldn't bite her again and again and again, because he knew it could get to this. He didn't have the slightest control over her. She would cause him to lose discipline by simply staring at him with her expressive dark-brown eyes. He'd had too much. He swallowed it once more and pushed it away firmly. Her aura lit up almost immediately. - Thank God! She was strong". His head was spinning, his whole body was tingling inside and out, the taste of it made him want it more, until he clenched his teeth and stuck his tongue into the sharp end of the prey and tasted it in his own bloodstream with a broken grunt. Sweet, seductive, I was lost It quenched his blood lust, but it awakened another. Ayeska moved against him with a soft groan and rubbed the moist, burning center of her sex into his. The curves of her body caused her stomach to tighten and her heart to beat crisply in her chest. The nipple tasted sweet, the breast, belly and navel were soft and delicious. He kissed her from head to toe and paused to lick her behind the knees, to gently nibble the skin of her ankles. He touched her as she continued to fade, he burned with the taste and touch of her, every fiber of his being cried out for more. When she regained consciousness after hours and hours, Saint-Laurent strapped her between his legs. My incredibly sweet Ayeska, your taste... oh, your taste! His voice was a soft murmur. He would lick me and drink me. Her lips moved against MY vagina as she repeated the words again. Oh, my God, I'm lost. He slipped his tongue through me, his fingers gently separated my vaginal folds into his crazy mouth. - Ahhh... Saint-Laurent... Saint-Laurent... <unk> I groaned and my voice was but a hoarse whisper. He got up when he heard my voice and covered me again. - What are you doing? I felt him caress my breast, pinching my nipple with delicate tenderness, and with that gentleness, he reawakened me to his passion. It seemed impossible, but I wanted it so desperately. Instead of taking everything I offered, instead of sinking his erect penis into my vagina he kissed me and stroked me. I begged without any shame. I've been too demanding, and then we'll have more later, when I'm stronger, when I'm rested. Exhausted by the strong sensations I felt I fell asleep. I kept her safe, calmed her down so she could sleep. I never knew that playing could be so purely delicious, Ayeska. Her words, so full of emotion, fell silent in her deaf ears as she rested. Continued Author 's note: "An incubus (Latin incubus, from incubare) is a male demon who meets sleeping women in order to have sexual intercourse with them. The incubus drains the woman's energy to feed, and most of the time the incubus leaves the victim dead or alive, but in very fragile conditions. The female version of this demon is called a succubus". Ayesk@ #Copyright reserved.Prohibited reproduction, in whole or in part, as well as its transfer to third parties, except with the author's formal authorization.Law 5988 of 1973#