Dirty Erotic Oneshots

spirit, he only hoped he wouldn't break it when he broke her in.

 

They opted to fight it out and began to circle each other.

 

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Elizabeth watched as Blonde struck first, lethal claws inches from Brunette's neck, Brunette countered and caught Blonde's stomach. Thick black blood seeped onto the floor.

 

Brunette caught the Blonde with a vicious upper cut to the chest at the same moment that the Blonde managed to slice Brunette's thigh to the bone.

 

The fight continued, both of them coming off injuries before the Blonde finally conceded. The Brunette accepted the victory without a smile. The auctioneer decapitated the Blonde, apparently because he lost, though the Brunette didn't look happy about it.

 

"Lot 2669, property of William Taylor." The auctioneer declared.

 

Elizabeth watched as the Brunette, William Taylor approached her. He smiled softly at her. She felt the cuffs holding her open as he undid the locks telepathically. The feeling came back in a rush and she slumped into his arms as her legs gave way.

 

"Please," she whispered. "May I have your cloak? I don't want to be paraded." Her eyes were lowered to the floor submissively.

 

She felt a top and a pair of jeans cover her body as he took her small hand into his larger one to lead her away.

 

A pair of trainers appeared on her feet and he led her through twisting, turning alleys before finally reaching a beautiful Victorian house.

 

Once they were inside he closed and locked the door and turned to face her. She saw a deep longing in his eyes before he turned from her and led her down some stairs into a basement.

 

The basement door swung shut behind them and she found herself in a room that seemed to contain little more than a massive four-poster bed.

 

She felt his presence move from in front of her to directly behind, though her eyes could not perceive him move. His hands landed lightly on her shoulders and he gently massaged her shoulders, before turning her around and placing a gentle kiss upon her lips.

 

That gentle kiss had her moaning as the aphrodisiac from earlier stirred and came to life.

 

He moaned back and took her mouth in a fiercer kiss, bringing one hand up to massage her breast through her top while the other secured her waist, preventing her from moving back.

 

He slipped the hand under the top and captured her nipple in his fingertips, teasing it until it felt like a little pebble, and then lavished attention on the other.

 

He dissolved her clothes away again and took his with them. Now she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. He kissed her more passionately before nibbling a path down to her neck, where he nipped her lightly with his fangs. Though not enough to draw blood.

 

He felt her stiffen and smelled her fear return.

 

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked quietly.

 

"No love," he assured her, "I'm going to give you immortality and love you forever."

 

Before she could respond to that he dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth, pinning it in place between his fangs as he flicked it with his tongue and her body turned to jelly.

 

One hand attended the other nipple while the other stole down to run through her pubic hair before finding her clit.

 

She jumped and moaned as his fingers came into contact with her treasure. He pushed her back onto the bed, her back arching up to keep her nipple in his mouth.

 

He pulled back and she felt the loss immediately before he laved his way down her body, stopping at her belly button then continuing on until it reached her pussy. Once there he growled as her scent filled his nostrils and latched onto her clit as if it was his lifeline.

 

Elizabeth gasped at the intensity of the feeling as he circled, sucked and licked her clit with that clever tongue. His moans vibrated through her and in no time at all she experienced her first orgasm. The world exploded in a shower of stars as she fought for breath, her hip bucking, begging incoherently for him to fill her.

 

He slid back up her body as the afterwaves were leaving her and with no warning sunk his fangs into her neck, drinking a little of her blood. She screamed as his fangs pierced her flesh before they released a hormone that triggered off a second orgasm.

 

She bucked and ground against him as he drank his fill. Then he closed the wound as was kissing her again. The coppery taste of her own blood was on his tongue. Then his blood filled her mouth as he cut his tongue on his fang.

 

She tried not to swallow it but too much welled up. With his mouth on hers there was only one way to get it out of her mouth, so she swallowed the blood, grimacing at the fiery aftertaste.

 

He smiled and praised her and she felt an absurd sense of achievement and a girlish impulse to smile and giggle with pleasure at having pleased him.

 

He trailed down to her sex and she moaned again, "No, I beg you, I don't have another in me,"

 

He ignored her.

 

Then quite suddenly she felt his tongue inside her opening, thrusting as if mimicking a more personal act.

 

She cried out in pain as his tongue pierced her hymen. He drank the blood it released and she heard him roar through his own orgasm as she passed out.

 

When she woke she was nestled in his arms, she felt relaxed. She shifted slightly and her buttocks collided with his massive erection.

 

She turned to look at him. His handsome face bore a smile as her hands tentatively explored his chest. She gingerly touched his penis, noticing the way it throbbed. The thing must be about nine inches long, and at least two or three inches thick!

 

He moaned as she ran her fingers over it, fascinated. He couldn't take any more and rolled her so that he lay nestled in between her thighs. She sighed as his weight settled on top of her.

 

His hand tested her entrance gingerly, surprised to find her wet with anticipation as he kissed her deeply.

 

He circled her clit with the head of his penis, teasing her every now and then by pausing at the entrance as if to enter her before moving away again. She moaned and thrashed, wanting to be filled for the first time in her life.

 

"Invite me in." he said quietly.

 

She froze as curiosity took over, "I though that was if you wanted to enter someone's house," she said breathlessly.

 

He chuckled, "Tales often get details wrong,"

 

She opened her mouth again, but he caught it in a kiss that sent her moaning, wanting him with a need that verged on desperation.

 

"Invite me in," he repeated.

 

Elizabeth looked deep into his eyes, seeing a love shining there that she had never seen a mortal show, feeling an answering love begin swelling in her own chest.

 

She let her legs fall open and managed to whisper out, "Please, fill me."

 

He thrust into her with one sure movement and then held there, allowing her to stretch around him, seeing the bliss on her face as her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in deeper.

 

He withdrew and then pushed in again and heard her sigh softly. His control was slipping and soon he pistoned in and out of her quick enough to steal her breath. He played with her clit as he felt his own orgasm welling up.

 

They burst over the pinnacle together and he stayed buried deep inside her until the shudders had ceased for both of them and then took her mouth in another gentle kiss.

 

"Welcome to eternity," he whispered to her.

c o n s e n s u a l

 

 

 

I limped into the locker room and looked around for Bob. It was the middle of practice but I had tweaked my groin on a hurdle and Coach had sent me inside to get it worked on by the trainer. I didn't complain too much. All the girls on the track team whispered about Bob when no one was around he was fresh out of college and gorgeous. He wasn't cute like the boys in my senior class, he was a man with a smile that could make anyone tingle. I didn't care that he was years older than my 18.

I popped my head into the training room but I didn't see him. I called out his name and spun only to find him standing right behind me holding a stack of towels. I jumped and he reached out to steady me. I could feel the skin on my arms tingling where his hands had grabbed me.

"I... uh... need a massage." I stammered out and immediately realized how that sounded. My face flushed red and I looked down at my feet. Bob just chuckled as I explained, "Coach sent me in here for one. I strained my groin on a hurdle." He slid past me into the training room and set the towels down on one of the tables. 

"Hop up." He waved a hand at the massage table. I limped over and tried to slide on. I got about halfway onto the table when harm hands gripped my waist and suddenly I was on my back on the center of the table. I looked up at his face, which assessed me with a cool intensity. I had never been bothered by it before but my running spandex and sports bra suddenly seemed like inadequate barriers between my body and his piercing gaze. 

I quickly explained what I had been doing and what the pain had felt like and which side was feeling sore. He took it all in making a few notes on a clipboard and then set it down and turned to face me again.

"Alright," he started rubbing his hands together. "I'm gonna start with some stretches and we can see what your mobility is like and then we can go from there." I nodded, suddenly very nervous. 

Bob's hands grabbed my calf and thigh and slowly pulled my knee upwards to my chest saying, "Tell me if it begins to hurt." I nodded again. My thigh was pressed into my stomach and all I felt was a mild tension which although uncomfortable couldn't be construed as pain.

 

He nodded as I explained and then returned my leg to an upright position so that my stomach and thigh, and my thigh and shin both created 90 degree angles. He pulled my knee sideways and I blushed as I opened my hips to his gaze. He got about 20 degree before I felt pain and I yelped "Ouch!". Bob slowly moved my leg back down to the table.

"Looks like you strained your adductor muscles," he explained to her. "I can rub you down and then we'll ice today to keep down the swelling and we can reassess tomorrow. Sound good?" 

"Sounds great!" 

His hands started at my knee and worked their way upwards. I realized with a start that his hands were moving closer and closer to my pussy. It was hard to feel embarrassed about that though because his hands were working