Author's Note: I wanted to thank Becca, my wonderful new editor, who helped make this chapter read so much better! To the readers who expressed their enjoyment of my story and continue to read, thank you so much! Please enjoy!
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My Papa let me sleep for a few hours before he woke me again and fucked me twice. The first time there was no finesse, just dirty, hard, exquisitely brutal fucking that had me clutching the sheets and fucking back to meet his thrusts. When I came, screaming with his big hand fisted tightly around my cock, I saw stars. Then when HE spilled his hot semen inside of me, I arched my back and preened like a delighted cat.
The second time, he rolled me onto my back and forbid me from touching him or myself. Then he proceeded to worship my body with skilled deliberate touches that worked me up to such a fever pitch. I could do little more than gulp in hitched breaths. He then hooked my ankles over his shoulders and fucked me so slowly that I was sobbing and begging for mercy.
But Papa knew what he was doing as he hit my prostate again and again with his excruciatingly tender thrusts. He literally fucked my orgasm from me without ever touching my cock, making me shoot so hard I painted my own chin and throat with my cum. Then I embarrassingly passed out; no debate about it that time. I woke a long minute later with him shaking my shoulder and laughing at me. That had been little over an hour ago.
He was sleeping soundly now, lying half atop me and half-suffocating me, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Especially, when I could feel his soft breath against the skin of my throat where his face was buried. His soft but still large cock was pressing against my thigh.
The torchlights were out. So, I opened the curtains with a lazy wave of my hand from where we lay, wanting to let the light of the moon in. Then I stroked his long wavy hair from his face so that I could stare for a while at his perfectly chiseled, ruggedly handsome face. My chest ached with want again as I took in his features. With my heart thrumming uncomfortably, I averted my attention to the silver moon, and absentmindedly rubbed my hand up and down his bare back.
Oddly, I had finally gotten to fuck my father, but I was no closer to being sated now than when I had started this hours ago. In fact, I wanted him more. I felt needy and possessive of him, but even I knew he was not the monogamous sort. Hell, I never thought myself to be THAT sort either. I thought he was just a depraved fantasy I wanted to act out...
Who am I trying to convince? I saved my anal virginity for him. What fucking guy does that? Who in the damned 21st century still did that? I felt morose at that line of thought.
I hugged him tightly to myself, unreasonably feeling that the moment he goes from this bed, this thing between would be gone too.
I felt his cock start to swell against my thigh. Seconds later, he was burrowing his face deeper into my neck until his nostrils were pressed against the sensitive skin there. He took a deep inhalation and sighed.
"Good evening." He greeted with a light kiss to my neck.
And I? Well I turned to mush inside and my body felt heated all over.
"Good evening." I said, feeling uncommonly shy.
He lifted his head and squinted sleep-bleared eyes at me. I let out a soft laugh at how adorable he looked and couldn't stop myself from reaching my hands up to rub carefully at his eyes.
"Better?"
Papa shifted until he was lying fully on top of me, him between my legs, and our hardened cocks pressed together. He grinned boyishly and said, "Much better."
I laughed. I never knew he could be like this. Playful, and so endearingly sweet.
He lowered his head and kissed me. There was no rush or fervor, just an unhurried mating of lips. When he started rocking his hips so our cocks slid divinely together, I kissed him just a little harder and raised my knees to bracket his waist, toes curling.
The room was noticeably quiet, except for the soft sounds of rustling sheets and kisses, but it was a good kind of quiet. It made me feel more in tune to the physical sensations. My skin felt more sensitive and tingly where our bare bodies were rubbing. I was especially delighted by the sensations caused by his big, warm hands. One of them slid slowly from my ankle, to bent knee, to thigh and ass, then back down to my ankle again. Over and over he slid, with firm squeezes along the way. His other hand was cupped at my nape with his fingers gently massaging me.
I was left feeling treasured and pampered and like I was the luckiest man in the world. I hugged him tightly to me, my hands exploring the huge expanse of smooth sinewy muscles at his shoulders and back.
I rocked my hips to match his rhythm and, unsurprisingly, I was soon moaning and panting.
"You close?" He asked, rocking his hips harder and more insistently.
I swallowed with difficulty and nodded a silent "yes".
He resumed kissing me then, and the hand that was rubbing at my legs found its way between us. He took both of our cocks in his large hand and tightened. Then, he was rocking and his hand was pumping. We both came to shuddering climaxes moments later, him growling, and me crying out a keening noise into his mouth.
Papa peppered kisses from the side of my mouth to my throat. He lapped and kissed lightly before he finally took my flesh into his mouth and sucked hard. I lay boneless under him with a dazed smile until he finished his sucking and popped his head back up to examine his handiwork. He grinned proudly at his hickey and said, "Now THAT is even better!"
A sudden territorial and naughty thought occurred to me then. I nudged him to indicate that I wanted him to roll onto his back. He indulged me with an amused smile. I slid down his body under the cover of the duvet. My hands touched every inch of skin I encountered and my mouth traced along after. When I saw his still hard cock wet with our cum, I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth and cleaning it. I moaned. It seemed I had been moaning in humiliating abundance in the last eight hours or so, but who wouldn't with the taste of us on his throbbing, thick cock?
"Oh sshhiit, Erin. You are so good with your mouth." I heard him sigh above me.
Giving him a blowjob was not my objective, however much I was rethinking that now with my mouth wrapped tight around his cock. Nonetheless, when I was sure the last visage of our jizz was lapped up with my tongue, I forced myself to get back to my initial business and made him spread his legs. I rubbed his inner thighs lightly as I debated where to place my hickey. In the end, I decided it really didn't matter which, because I was so gonna do it again.
I grazed my lips from his furred balls to the tender skin at the junction of his left thigh. Then, I took a mouthful of that skin between my front teeth, biting down with the lightest pressure before licking it and letting it slip away. I did that a few more times before he tossed the bedcovers from us so he could watch me at it. I winked up at him and then took the wet flesh in my mouth again. Then I began to suck, every once in a while letting my tongue bathe the tortured skin. After a few sucks, I had a tantalizing close taste of the blood just below the surface of his thin skin and I sucked harder. For a teeth-aching moment I wanted to break that skin, just so I could get another mouthful of his enriching blood, but somehow resisted.
I was jarred from my feverish sucking when his cock gave an enthusiastic jump and slapped against my cheek. I broke out in light laughter and took the huge, turgid cock in hand and gave it a few appeasing strokes. Papa looked anything but amused as he gazed down at me with heat in his eyes.
"It'll be gone in just an hour." He said, and I thought I heard bitter regret in his words. "Yours will take longer, but it'll be gone too...in a few hours."
He was referring to our vampiric abilities to regenerate and heal ourselves. So long as we had blood to replenish us, we could remain as we were forever. It was the reason my tiny pussyhole will always go back to its virginal tightness. Unless I remained forever impaled on his thick cock, which I actually have no objections to...but back to the point.
Due to the fact that I am much younger and half human, my abilities to heal and regenerate worked more slowly than father's. Plus, since I wasn't quite done maturing and hadn't turned immortal yet, and probably would not for another few years, I was to a degree, vulnerable. For instance, if I were to ever get into a scuffle that resulted in minor bruising and cuts, they would be noticeably gone in just a few hours. If, however, I were ever staked through the heart or another vital organ, I would very likely die. In that situation, only ancient blood like Papa's, could save me. Even then, only if it was readily available seconds after the blow was delivered. Recovery would still not come quickly and there would be definite scarring.
That is why Papa had let me feed only from his rich blood as a child. He was old, even for a vampire, and powerful to a fearful degree. If Papa was staked through the heart, he would take it back out, shove it down his attacker's throat, and an hour later the wound would have healed without a trace of it ever having been there.
Still, I learned today that Papa wasn't without scars. He had quite of few of them, but I knew that they were all from long ago during his time as the Viking warrior, Eirik Grimsson, or as he was known then, Eirik the Berserker. That was before our Queen had turned him.
Sometimes, like when he looked troubled at the fact that our hickeys would fade too quickly, I wondered if he regretted not being human. I loved being a vampire, but I was born one. Papa was MADE into one. I only realized now that he never told me how it came to be.
I looked down at the huge purple mark I left on his thigh feeling the pride he must have felt when he gave me mine and pressed my lips to it. Then, I made my way slowly up over his body, peppering kisses along the way and never breaking our eye contact. With every kiss, I was happy to see his somber expression melting away.
He laughed amusedly when I straddled his hips, took his face in my hands, and with exuberant "muahing" ardor, kissed his chin, his jaws, his nose, his brows, his closed eyelids and cheeks. When I was sure I had kissed every part of his face, I planted my mouth over his, beginning a leisurely, open-mouthed, probing kiss that I hoped would convey my deep desire and...love for him.
After a long while and a few gyrations later, I ended the kiss with a nip at his top lip.
"I will put it back on, every hour, on the hour." I promised him in an overly bright voice.
Papa didn't say anything, just looked at me with a heart-melting half smile, eyes shining with unconcealed...adoration, and...love? But I mustn't get my hopes up, I mentally cautioned myself. After all, Papa had loved my mother too...and that had not lasted more than a few weeks!
