'Broken Blood Bonds' Spicy Art 1

Extract from Broken Blood Bonds, Immortal Dark Hearts Book 1. (Scroll for uncensored version)

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When he’s standing before me as naked as the day I employed him, dripping rain on my carpets, I sit up, patting my lap. “Come here, cucciolo.”

Jude doesn’t move, just stares at me with a puzzled look on his face and an impossibly hard dick pointing at the ceiling.

“If the next words out of your mouth are about being too big or crushing me, we are done here,” I dare him, baring my teeth in warning.

The human hesitates only for a second before turning his back to me and lowering himself onto my lap carefully.

He’s still balancing awkwardly, though.

“All the way.” I reach around to wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him down fully on top of me.

Jude shivers against me, body rigid in anticipation, heart beating too fast, as he lets me move him where I want him. A life-size rag doll—pliant, perfect.

“There you go,” I coo, and he groans loudly as I take his cock in both hands, teasing the sensitive flesh between my fingers.

“Christ,” Jude gasps when I flick my finger over his slit, smearing his pre-cum down his shaft.

“You have permission, darling,” I tell him, enjoying the gasp that slips from those beautiful lips, as my cruel fingers speed up their pace, mercilessly jerking him off to the point of no return. “Come for me.”

And when I sink my fangs into his neck again, warm blood flooding my senses with his need, with mine, he does as he’s told, lets go, ribbons of cum streaking over my fingers as a loud cry rips from his throat.

Such a good boy.

*Artist credit: @runawayfromtoads

Jude's blood tastes better when he feels pleasure.