Despite being very wet and slick for him, Charlotte screamed from the discomfort and pain of him stretching her too deeply and ripping through her. She tried to get through the searing sensation in her lower half, hiccupping from the sudden force. It felt like he ripped her in half, and Vincent grunted at how tightly she swallowed him.
Vincent paused to let Charlotte get used to his size holding onto the thin string of control that he had. He didn't realize that she was a virgin, and it hurt him that he had taken her first in such a rush. Charlotte whimpered in pain making him pepper her face with kisses, wiping away the tears. She glanced down to see blood dribble down, and she tried to pull away.
"It hurts," Charlotte whispered.
"I'm sorry," Vincent said as he kissed her lips. She lost herself in the kiss for a moment, and Vincent licked her bottom lip, pulling himself up in his arms. "I promise it will feel good soon."
Charlotte held onto his words waiting for the pleasure to consume her once more. She didn't live under a rock and knew the mechanics of intercourse, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much. He lifted her chin and instructed her to breathe evenly.
Vincent started to move his cock when she finally stop clenching down on him, retracting his length before pushing it back into her warmth, and Charlotte tightened her pussy once again, trying to get used to the sensation.
She gasped as she tried to calm herself, and soon she moved her lips to match his pace. Vincent started to drill himself into her, and Charlotte threw her head back moaning, taking him deeper inside.
The fiery pain slackened, and Vincent's sharp fangs skimmed her throat. He began thrusting faster with no signs of stopping as the minutes ticked on. The erotic syrupy sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room along with Vincent's grunts and Charlotte's whimpers.
"Mmmhh... Vincent... more..." Charlotte gasped out, as her body bounced on his cock.
Vincent's deep laughter came through. "Let's try another position, beauty."
He flipped her on top of him, and she shyly spread her legs for him. Vincent groaned from the image before him. Charlotte's hair was free-flowing down her back, long enough to touch his balls, and her clothing was seductively pulled apart. An angel.
Vincent grabbed onto her slim waist and positioned her above him to thrust back inside her pussy. Charlotte watched him with half-lidded eyes passionately; her tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip.
He showed her how to move above him, lifting her from his lap before shoving her back down, and Charlotte soon got a rhythm as she slammed herself down onto his dick, trying to find her sweet spot that made her core spasm.
"Sooo deep..." Charlotte slurred her words.
Vincent leaned back on the couch to watch Charlotte do the work with her boobs jiggling and her cream was piling up at the base of his cock and leaking down the side of his legs onto the couch. Her fingers ran down her ample breasts to twist her nipples, and Vincent leaned forward to flick them with his tongue.
"I'm going to come," Charlotte moaned.
He glanced up with a smirk. "Come."
Charlotte fell forward and stopped her movement as she shuddered, almost passing out from the intense pleasure, and suddenly realized that Vincent was sucking her blood. She was losing consciousness from how fiercely he clutched her, but held onto him tightly, squeezing his strong body while she gave him what he needed. Her pussy squirted more as he took his time to drink from her, creating a mess between his cum and her cream.
Vincent sucked her blood, taking in the life sustenance that he needed to survive, but there was a deeper craving he normally got when he went into bloodlust every couple of months or so. Her curves were supple against his body, her head rolling to the side, as he elongated her climax by taking her vein.
He retracted his teeth and wiped his red-stained lips with his arm and caught Charlotte as she crumpled into him. Her body lost strength, and she couldn't control her limbs that went limp. She had never experienced anything so amazing.
It was the most bizarre cross-over between fantasy and reality. She silently laughed when she realized that she did come with his smile on her mind. Charlotte fluttered her eyes, trying to stay awake, placing a hand on his cheek that he kissed.
Black spots appeared in her vision, and she smiled when Vincent's brows creased in worry. It was different from his usually impassive face or the one he would make when he was angry with something on his mind. She dipped her head into his collarbone, bathing in his familiar scent and taking the time to pat his back as if she was comforting him.
His frantic voice was drowned out when she closed her eyes. It felt as though she was swimming through the water since she couldn't open her mouth to answer his concerns.
Charlotte finally succumbed to the darkness that was calling her. It was so cold, and she was so tired. For the little warmth that Charlotte shared with him was enough to last her an eternity. It was all she needed.