Aidan quickly reaches a frenzied state. She writhes, imprisoned by her carnal needs. “Please, Beloved, take all that is yours!” she cries out. Still, he continues to take her up and back, each time watching her half-closed eyes. Leaning over, he grasps her left nipple between his lips, sucking the sensitive nub until Aidan arches her back to beg for more. It is there that he draws first blood, his teeth piercing alabaster flesh for the first time. Aidan sucks in her breath with a shrill scream. For a moment, her breast is numb and then, without warning, hot pain radiates through her chest. Monty drinks in her pain as her ripe blood wets his lips and tongue.
Tears well in Aidan’s eyes as Monty continues to play with her throbbing bauble. He brings her to the edge and allows her to spend, all the while trickling a small amount of her life forces from her. The crescendo of orgasm is as magnificent as the climax of a well-orchestrated symphony.
Sucking gently to extend the moment, Monty brings Aidan to full bloom again, not allowing her body to rest. Lifting his head from her breast, he allows her to see the bright red on his lips and the shining tips of his teeth. Aidan’s eyes widen, the afterglow of orgasm still fogging her gaze as her eyes rest upon her husband’s brilliant scarlet mouth and chin. Mentally Monty relaxes the hold that he has had on her ability to resist so that she will know what is about to happen to her. She gasps as reality confronts passion, but still unable to understand that which is beyond reason.
Monty waits, patient in his power. As Aidan’s mind struggles with what she sees, his fingers move over her sensitive flesh, keeping her body at a level of passion and need. “Please,” she utters, “tell me!” Monty’s eyes grow stern, “I am going to take you as you have never been taken before, to a place where only a select few will truly ever know of or understand.” Ecstasy swirls through Aidan’s body like oil cast upon water. The first quake of another orgasm suddenly overtakes her. The spray of her juices is the answer to Monty’s unspoken question. She grasps each word and winds it through the crevices of her mind.
Monty moves to the bottom of the stone slab and spreads Aidan’s legs wider, pulling her closer to him as he does. Her body seems to float, Monty’s powerful hands bringing her effortlessly to him as his mind has already done to hers.
Licking her thighs and the hot flesh just above her cunny, two fingers enter her, seeking out and finding that special place. Fast and deep they move almost painfully yet with a degree of passion so intense as to defy description. “Ohhhhh,” Aidan whimpers, “Pleaseeeee!” Her channel muscle locks around Monty’s fingers, and when he senses she is on the very edge, he strikes. His teeth sink deep into the blood-filled labia as her orgasm starts.
Aidan screams out in a height and level of rapture completely unknown to a mortal woman. The hot blood courses out of her and mingles with her passion juice. Monty’s fingers touch and seek out all her passion as his mouth is filled with both her blood and passionate release. As her body lifts to him, his teeth seek out the pounding artery that passes close to her cunny. Biting deep once again, he tastes the rushing blood. He drinks. The two are lost in the rapture of the moment, tied as one in a way unimaginable before this night.
