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Going to the gym with Marishka was an absolute nightmare/dream. She brought every bit of her bedroom sassiness and when that ass straddled the vinyl benches, Caius thought he could see Heaven between those thighs. Lifting any heavy weights could not be a responsible idea when Marishka squealed every time that she lifted her leg. What a fucking tease to do this again!
The local New York juiceheads were eyeing her in ways that he felt compelled to counter with near-fatal force, and Marishka responded accordingly.
"Go to the locker room NOW, he telepathically ordered his girlfriend in harsh, heavy tones. Wait for me. All right?
She smiled and sauntered away in striped knee-high socks, with her yellow exercise shorts slightly disappearing between her curves. Caius vibrated jealously as heads turned. He knew now that his job involved an incognito journey after that tempting ass...it seemed so simple.
Yet it would take at least ten minutes, for the new veela receptionist and he kept accidentally locking eyes when it came time to follow. Her skin was a deep earthy brown. She must be replacing the white girl on night shifts before her. Didn’t miss a beat at all.
If she kept this up, he might just rendezvous ’Amber’, or so the Planet Fitness tag told him. No one used their real name nowadays if they were vampires, veela, Lycans, even humans. The government tracked anyone who spoke against them. Amber's stare—the color itself—inspired two more upper arm sets that set off a sweat shockwave. Caius grunted. Amber blushed as he assumed his full height and stopped the work-out for THIS particular room. What was Marishka doing?
Granted, it was late (1:00AM to be exact) and the women’s locker room so they were clear. However, those moans carried. His sweet, slutty coveness laid precariously along the wooden bench now instead: nimble, imaginative fingers in her neon shorts. Caius could barely move.
Her winged liner accentuated the pleasure across a flushed, freckled face. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.
His fangs dripped saliva over exposed, succulent breasts; Marishka’s impatience freed skin by the second and Caius' enthusiasm would obsess over each nipple, inch and curve. Even her crimson sports bra teased him, so Caius yanked it fully past bouncing titties. No more games with this hussy. He felt no obligation to hold back.
“You want me, huh” he states confidently. Marishka's beautiful body writhes though two trembling hands stroke his throbbing dick. An answer all its own.
“I want YOU, princess. I always want youl And I want you right NOW.” He could not fathom why the princess of Moldova crossed his path and chose him as a consort. He could not care. It may jinx their bond to overthink that.
She is already sitting up on the lower bench, eye-level with his need. Marishka giggled.
“And I wanna fucking feed you too. Open up, Marishka baby. Oh, yes...” her hands voraciously scour his legs and waist as a plump, kissable pout works him to the hilt.
Perky pink tips meet his thighs for the thirtieth deep throat, and that does it. He’s definitely aware that they have been walked in on, but no one came yet. Certainly not him. And until that moment, there is pussy to please. She whined erotically during some cunnilingual loving, God, a taste that addicted as much as blood. Pussy tasted better.
The local New York juiceheads were eyeing her in ways that he felt compelled to counter with near-fatal force, and Marishka responded accordingly.
"Go to the locker room NOW, he telepathically ordered his girlfriend in harsh, heavy tones. Wait for me. All right?
She smiled and sauntered away in striped knee-high socks, with her yellow exercise shorts slightly disappearing between her curves. Caius vibrated jealously as heads turned. He knew now that his job involved an incognito journey after that tempting ass...it seemed so simple.
Yet it would take at least ten minutes, for the new veela receptionist and he kept accidentally locking eyes when it came time to follow. Her skin was a deep earthy brown. She must be replacing the white girl on night shifts before her. Didn’t miss a beat at all.
If she kept this up, he might just rendezvous ’Amber’, or so the Planet Fitness tag told him. No one used their real name nowadays if they were vampires, veela, Lycans, even humans. The government tracked anyone who spoke against them. Amber's stare—the color itself—inspired two more upper arm sets that set off a sweat shockwave. Caius grunted. Amber blushed as he assumed his full height and stopped the work-out for THIS particular room. What was Marishka doing?
Granted, it was late (1:00AM to be exact) and the women’s locker room so they were clear. However, those moans carried. His sweet, slutty coveness laid precariously along the wooden bench now instead: nimble, imaginative fingers in her neon shorts. Caius could barely move.
Her winged liner accentuated the pleasure across a flushed, freckled face. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.
His fangs dripped saliva over exposed, succulent breasts; Marishka’s impatience freed skin by the second and Caius' enthusiasm would obsess over each nipple, inch and curve. Even her crimson sports bra teased him, so Caius yanked it fully past bouncing titties. No more games with this hussy. He felt no obligation to hold back.
“You want me, huh” he states confidently. Marishka's beautiful body writhes though two trembling hands stroke his throbbing dick. An answer all its own.
“I want YOU, princess. I always want youl And I want you right NOW.” He could not fathom why the princess of Moldova crossed his path and chose him as a consort. He could not care. It may jinx their bond to overthink that.
She is already sitting up on the lower bench, eye-level with his need. Marishka giggled.
“And I wanna fucking feed you too. Open up, Marishka baby. Oh, yes...” her hands voraciously scour his legs and waist as a plump, kissable pout works him to the hilt.
Perky pink tips meet his thighs for the thirtieth deep throat, and that does it. He’s definitely aware that they have been walked in on, but no one came yet. Certainly not him. And until that moment, there is pussy to please. She whined erotically during some cunnilingual loving, God, a taste that addicted as much as blood. Pussy tasted better.
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