Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Hesitantly, she turned back and looked through the glass. Dante didn’t watch the goings on in Raphael’s room. Instead, he looked at Viola. He’d told her only to wear a corset, stockings and garters, and a dressing gown over it. And the dressing gown had only been so nobody would see her half-naked as they’d walked through the corridor.

He only wore a robe with not a stitch underneath. Already now, his cock was at full attention, and he hadn’t even freed her of her robe and admired her scantily clad body. He would take care of that right now.

Viola sat down, folding her legs underneath her, her eyes glued to the action in the other room. Dante cast a quick glance in the same direction and saw how Raphael laid the naked Isabella onto the bed while he stood at the edge of it, naked and hard.

Dante put his hands on Viola’s shoulders and tugged on the robe. Without coaxing, she undid the belt. He was sure she didn’t know what she was doing, so mesmerized was she by the sight in front of her.

Dante stripped her of the robe. The corset he’d given her to wear was only a half-corset: it reached from the top of her pubic hair to just below the swell of her breasts, effectively presenting them as if on a platter. For him. The matching black garter belt had lace strips running down her delightful ass cheeks. The lace strips held her stockings in place.

He put his hands to Viola’s hips and lifted her onto her knees so he could truly admire her enticing heart-shaped ass. His hands slid down to caress her, and a soft moan came from her lips.

He swept her long hair to one side, exposing her pale neck. Without haste, he stroked his fingers over the plump vein that pulsated underneath her silken skin. His lips longed for a taste and descended onto her flesh. He greeted Viola’s trembling with pure male satisfaction. To know that his touch excited her made him even harder than he already was.

“Whisper to me what you see.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed her neck, briefly pulling the soft skin into his mouth. Then he slid his hand down to her tempting ass and caressed her perfect cheeks. A hitched breath was her answer.

“Please, tell me what you see.”

He felt her heart beat frantically. “He’s spreading her legs. Wide.” Her voice was low, huskier than he’d ever heard her.

“I want you to spread your legs too,” he ordered.

She moved her knees apart. Instantly, the aroma of her arousal became stronger, teasing his nostrils in the most enticing fashion. His hand dropped between her thighs and reached forward.

“He’s in between her legs, and he’s … he’s slamming into her. Oh God!”

Dante slid his finger along her drenched folds, coating himself in her rich cream. Then he reached forward and circled her pearl. She whimpered, her body starting to tremble again.

“He’s going back and forth, and she, she … likes it.” There was confusion in her voice as if Viola hadn’t expected Isabella’s reaction to her husband’s touch.

Dante pulled his hand away from her pearl and teased her wet slit with his fingers, sliding along the warm flesh in long and slow strokes, bathing himself in her honey.

“Yes, she likes her husband’s hard cock inside her, filling her, stretching her tight channel. Does she want more? Is she encouraging him?”

He felt Viola nod. “Yes, she’s holding onto his hips. She’s pulling him toward her. She wants more. Deeper. Harder.” Every word came in a pant. Viola’s body moved rhythmically against his hand. “Deeper, harder,” she chanted.

At her words, Dante lost his control. Without thinking, he slid his finger deep into her. She bucked against him as if she wanted more. A mumbled “deeper” startled him, but he complied. Pulling back his finger, he plunged inside again. Her channel was even tighter than he’d expected and infinitely more tempting than anything else he’d ever been offered.

Dante drove into her again and again while his other hand captured one breast and pinched her hard nipple.

Viola cried out and threw her head back. “More. Yes, she loves his cock.” Her words sounded as if she was delirious. “She wants to be filled. Stretched.”

Then he understood. She was pretending to be somebody else so she could demand what she wanted. “Does she want his cock inside her?” he asked and held his breath. Would she want his cock?

Viola panted heavily. Her pulse raced. “She wants his big cock to fill her.”

“Is she sure that’s what she wants? His cock inside her?” Dante continued to fuck his finger in and out of her, increasing his rhythm, not wanting her to come out of her trance-like state. Stretching her to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.

“Yes.”

At her answer, Dante nudged her forward and pressed her into the pillows. Then he dislodged his finger from her cunt and spread her legs. The sight of her beautiful round ass tilted up, giving him a perfect view of her glistening petals, nearly robbed him of his control. He ripped his robe off his body and settled between her thighs, his cock rampant and ready.

“Now,” she whispered. “She needs his cock now.”