“Let me help you,” he offered, seeing she was struggling with his slacks.
Vanessa scooted back, giving Quin room to stand. While kneeling at his feet, she got the strip show of a lifetime. It was faster than she would have liked, but it was enough to give her a memory to last forever.
After removing his shoes and socks, Quin flung his shirt and tattered tank across the room. He removed his belt, then undid his pants.
Tonight, he’d gone commando.
As the zipper lowered, Vanessa held her breath. Quin pushed his slacks down over his hips, and his cock leapt free of its confinement.
Vanessa had been right about what lived in his trousers. But he was a giant everywhere. He deserved to have a colossal appendage to match.
Quin sat, wondering what his Little Fawn would do. She eyed his crotch warily, but only for second.
“I bet you’re a big hit around here,” she joked, crawling closer.
He wanted to laugh. How could she keep him hard as steel while also being so fucking adorable and funny?
Her stomach growled again. Damnit. Quin tilted the head towards her face.
“Take what you need, Vanessa.”
Vanessa used both hands to grasp him. She laved the bulbous head before sucking it into her mouth.
Gods, Quin had to concentrate on not shooting down her throat too soon. Her tongue swirled and dipped, while she worked this length with her small hands.
His balls were tight. They had been since he’d sat her on his lap, ready to blow at her command.
Vanessa’s teeth bit into the crown and he winced, expecting pain. It never came. She was working him, toying with him, getting him flustered.
“Your mouth is heaven, Little Fawn. You’re going to make me come. Are you ready?”
Vanessa hummed, the vibrations bouncing off his hardened flesh, heightening the sensation. She let go with one hand and cupped his sack.
“Pull on them, Vanessa. Pull on them and I’ll give you what you need.”
Vanessa pulled, and Quin instantly ejaculated into her mouth, flooding it with his semen, with his vitality.
While he cursed and thrusted his hips, Vanessa gulped his essence down greedily.
Nothing had ever tasted so good. Its effect on her was almost instantaneous. It had been so long since she remembered what it was to not be hungry.
There was so much lifeforce radiating from him, she probably wouldn’t have to feed for weeks.
Quin’s fear of freaking out at the feel of the succubus draw had been unwarranted. No, not true. It was just unwarranted with his Little Fawn. She had him spellbound and he was in awe.
His trembling hand reached for her face, brushing her hair away.
“Perfect,” he whispered, bringing a blush to her cheeks.
Something snapped inside of Quin. Something cold and hard in his chest fractured and fell away.
He’d been restraining himself for too long, controlling his every action for too long. For a century he hadn’t been okay.
It was Vanessa. It was everything about her. She had gotten to him.
He needed her. Right now.
Quin bent, picking her up and carrying her to the bed where he laid her down. He yanked down her pants, growling at the tiny polka dot panties blocking the view of what was his.
Vanessa’s gentle giant was on a mission. While he tore her underwear from her body, she whipped off her tank and bra.
“Spread your legs, Vanessa,” he demanded, pushing his full compulsion onto her.
A thousand scorching fingers danced along her body, intensifying her feverish need.
“Oh, you are sooo good at that,” she praised.
“Just wait, Little Fawn.”
Quin crawled over top of her body, pushing his thumb between her silky petals. She was soaked.
“You’re wet for me, Vanessa. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cock inside your pretty pussy.”
He fisted his throbbing member, sliding the head along her cleft, coating it with juices leaking from her sex.
He should take time to bring her to the brink with his mouth, but his patience wouldn’t allow it.
“I want you, Quin,” she spoke quietly.
His eyes flew to hers. Her luminous, multi-colored irises disappeared as her pupils dilated, more evidence of her excitement.
Him. She’d said she wanted him. Not his cock. The way she’d said it, he wanted to believe it, wanted there to be feeling behind it. He wished it to be true.
But honeyed words murmured in bed were fleeting. Sometimes they were lies. Josette had taught him that.
No, he would not let that whore into this moment. Vanessa deserved better.
Quin parted her folds and pushed into her opening. Vanessa reached for him, silently asking him to give her his weight.
Vanessa’s hands roamed his back. She wanted to touch him everywhere, pressing and massaging.
Her hands were enchanted, soothing the damaged beast inside. Quin let the bulk of his heaviness rest in his hips, not allowing his torso to crush her.
Their lips fused as he took her with abandon. Not once did she still her movement or cry in out in pain.
Her cries were in ecstasy, her motions as frenzied as his. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right. So perfect.
Quin decided he’d gladly spend the rest of his days wrapped up in her tight sheath.
“Quin,” she breathed into his mouth. Over and over, his name left her lips, a quiet benediction asking for him to fill her. To feed her very soul.
The thought of her drawing off his seed made him groan. Quin angled his hips, ensuring his pelvis was putting enough compression on her tiny knot of nerves.
His strong arms crossed behind her back, holding her to him, needing her to be as close as possible. He inhaled her breath, yearning to pull something of her inside his body. Her energy wasn’t enough.
Quin wanted connection. It was like his soul was reaching for hers, trying to find a way to touch.
“Oh, Quin. I’m so close.”
Her raspy voice encouraged him. He drove into her wetness vigorously. Vanessa’s fingernails dug into the skin of his lower back, holding on as he pushed them towards the cliff.
They crested at the same time, staring into one another’s eyes. Breathless and gasping they rode the swells of rapture, their bodies vibrating, as each fed off the other.
Then came the extra drag on his lifeforce as Vanessa consumed what he so readily gave, and Quin knew he’d found nirvana.
She extracted it leisurely, careful to only remove what would satisfy her. It didn’t take much. He must be the most potent immortal in existence.
Vanessa hadn’t expected it to be so instinctual. Her core did all the work and loosened its hold with just a thought.
She also hadn’t expected to become so attached to the stranger who bought her virginity, to feel such a strong connection to him.
Quin had taken great care with her, had ensured she had whatever she needed. He’d obviously been upset when he found out she was hungry. He’d touched her heart with his tender consideration for her well-being.
How was she going to walk out of this suite now, away from the only immortal to ever show her compassion?