VENICE BITCH
DESCRIPTION:Harry is a venice fairy, a beautiful stick-in-the-mud. However, her sycophant behavior earns her a prank by her sisters that gets her temporarily suspended from school. Instead of sitting bored in her cabin, she misbehaves for once, and leaves outside of their forest.
She has heard of the rumors before, she knows plenty of fairies have snuck out and messed around with a certain vampire. She doesn’t expect to run into said infamous vampire on her evening out.
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Oh, God, miss you on my lips
It’s me your little Venice bitch
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The nymph sits casually perched on top of a large tree branch, her slender legs dangling in the air, delicate-looking toes pointed downwards. Her soft curls lie graciously down her shoulders, adding an elegant touch to her doll features. She’s an ethereal beauty. If she were an angel, she’d be the purest. As a fairy, she was already a beacon of untainted grace.
Fairies were the untouchable creatures of the forest. Their presence are a whisper in the wind, always felt but rarely seen. Their magic was woven into the very fabric of the woods, defining the balance between reality and myth. Fairies’ only job was to preserve the harmony of the forest, behaving as beings cohesive to nature.
Harry was committed to fulfilling her duty, so much that it occasionally irritated her peers --- but she couldn’t help it, even if she really wanted to. She was raised to uphold the traditions and responsibilities of a fairy, just like her mother and Madam Loreena taught her.
Apparently, being diligent and obedient isn’t to her peers’ taste. She was only spectating the trolls’ dome, like she was assigned to do, when she was mysteriously called to the dean’s office. It was extremely unusual, because she was never called to see Loreena unless her mom was calling, and her mom always informed her beforehand.
Loreena wasn’t calling Harry for a special task or anything positive, she was suspending Harry. Harry was shocked to hear it, she still feels that dull ache in her stomach when she remembers the words. She’s never even gotten a C on her work, being suspended was the worst thing to happen to her. It was not only a suspension from school, but their haven in the forest, too. Loreena gave her shelter in a cabin that’s commonly used for suspended students, and left her to her own sources.
Harry wondered for a while why she was so suddenly suspended, but then she saw the repentant expression on one of her classmates face, and assumed they must’ve lied to the dean. So, Harry was suspended and now living to her own devices in a remote forest. There was nothing enchanted about this part of the forest, only long, flowing rivers and a few flowers --- which wasn’t anything bad. However, she couldn’t use her magic here, and that’s what upset her.
Most evenings, she spends her time like she is right now, staring at the moving clouds. She sighs and slips off the branch, floating down until her feet gently touch the ground. Her dainty figure allowed her to have a smooth landing, as the other fairies did. As a collective species, they shared the same physique. Tall, thin bodies, and weight as light as a feather. A common myth about fairies were that they were invisible to the eye, which wasn’t true. They were just so swift and quiet that they were impossible to notice if they didn’t want to be recognized.
The grass peeks through the space between her toes, tickling her skin. She smiles slightly as she walks before her bare feet touch the stones surrounded by wandering water. She crouches down, knees digging into the cool, rough surfaces of the rocks. Dipping her fingers into the clear water, she watches the ripples spread outwards.
She was so distracted by the water and her reflection that she doesn’t notice someone watching her.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here?”
The chilling voice sends a wave of multiple pleasures up her spine. With trepidation, she slowly turns her head to see who the question belonged to. Her eyes land on a strikingly handsome being, and though his voice held emotion, his expression had no signs of it. His features were sharp and angular, cheekbones sculpted as if by the hands of a master artist.
She glances at the water and notices that his reflection was unseen. She understands the detail rather quickly --- the man is a vampire.
She has never ran into a vampire before, despite many years working with other beings of the forest. Vampires, though, are rare to find. They prefer sheltering in uncharted caves and secluded areas. But now she had a vampire in front of her, staring at her so expressionlessly that she almost thinks he’s dead, though he technically already is.
“I shouldn’t be here.” She mutters and turns her body from him, returning to her previous position over the rocks. It allowed for the vampire to see beneath her dress, to where she had nothing under.
The vampire licks his lips, blue eyes glued to her round, milky bum. He painfully tears his gaze away and kneels down beside the fairy. “Why are you, then?”
Harry swallows, eyes trained on a random tree. She refused to look at the vampire, she could tell just by his tone that he was the notorious vampire the fairies always talked about. Meaning he was insidious and cunning, and she was willing to ignore him by any means of protecting her peace.
“I was tricked.” She plays with a tuft of grass, twirling it between her fingers.
The vampire raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips lifting into an enticing smile. “You’re naive.”
Harry whips her head around to look at him and narrows her eyes. “I am not naive. I’ll have you know that I am one of the best students in my village.”
He only looks more amused, which frustrates the fairy. “I am, and I bet you, you’re nothing to this forest.” She continues on, brows turned into a cute furrow.
“Actually, I’ve got quite the reputation.” He says. Harry glares at him, his gaze is so strong that she has to look away again. And it only cloys her more that he’s so indifferent, while he can easily work her up. “I don’t care about your reputation.”
“But it has something to do with you.” The vampire whispers, reaching out to twirl one of her silky ringlets around his finger.
Harry’s cheeks flush and she balls her hands into a fist. This man was trying to tempt her, and she wasn’t going to fall for it. Fairies weren’t angels, their purpose wasn’t to stay virtuous, that’s other creatures’ duty. Not to mention the fact that they had to get their hands dirty a few times in their line of work. However, Harry chose to stay the way that she was. She had a few experiences with her dorm mates, but she doesn’t plan on going all the way. Especially with a vampire like him.
“I know what it is, and I don’t want to speak to you.” The fairy stubbornly says.
The man isn’t wounded by her words, he even seems amused. Harry hardens her eyes at this notion, seeing that the vampire wasn’t taking her seriously. “I thought fairies were supposed to be benevolent.” He interjects.
Harry shakes her head. “You’re mistaking us with angels.”
“I could easily mistake you for one. You’re beautiful.” The vampire praises.
“I don’t want to speak to you.” She repeats.
“What’s your name? I’m Louis.” He introduces, flashing a smile that reveals his fangs. Harry glances at the nuisance, noticing more about him than the first time. His lips were velvet, thin and shaped in a way that allowed him to speak over his fangs. His teeth were white and impeccably straight, gleaming like polished ivory. The way he looks at her reminds her of a predator, and she doesn’t plan on being prey today, or ever.
She rises to her feet and pads away, a blatant sign of ignorance. She hears the birds chip and trickling water, but thankfully, no sign of the vampire.
She chooses to go to the river on the other side of the forest, intending to cleanse herself. Both from the dirt and after interacting with that dirty vampire. Her dress was flimsy, a delicate fabric worn mostly to cover herself up then for fashion. She had a ribbon tied into a bow at the yoke of her dress, keeping it closed together. On her ankle, she had a golden band wrapped around her talus.
She starts to undo the front of her dress, slipping it down her shoulders.
“Do all fairies have such beautiful bodies?”
Harry spins around, Louis standing a few feet away. “It’s inappropriate to watch someone without their permission.” She retaliates and glares at him harshly, starting to fasten her dress again.
“It’s also inappropriate to undress yourself in such an open space.” Louis says, encroaching on the nymph’s space. There was nothing untruthful about his conversation a few moments ago, Harry is really beautiful. Her green eyes stared round at him, like the orbs of a doe in the spring. If she wasn’t a fairy, he’s certain she’d be a doe in another universe.
“It’s my forest,” says the fairy, and Louis chuckles.
“Your forest? Is it your forest if I’ve touched your friends on these very grounds?”
Harry, ever so stubborn, nods her head. “As long as they get their job done.”
“Oh, they’re getting the job done. Just on my cock.”
“I don’t want to speak to you, so you can run along.” The fairy requests, waving her hand dismissively. Her obstinance intrigues Louis more, he doesn’t think he has ever desired someone like he does now.
“You know, I’ve felt and played with a lot of creatures, especially in your race,” Harry narrows her eyes at the mention of her species. Hearing him speak about her sisters in such a deceitful way was condemning. “But I would really love to taste you.”
“Well, you won’t have me.” Harry declares, raising her nose stubbornly. The movement makes her pearl drop earrings bounce, drawing Louis’ attention. It seemed every aspect of the fairy was delicate, from her milky skin to ears. Louis just couldn’t catch a break from this gorgeous being.
Louis dips his head to the side as he looks at the girl, urging her to see him as well. “Come on, don’t be like that. I can make you feel pleasure in ways you couldn’t imagine.”
“My sisters are just lonely and desperate. You prey on the weak.” Harry bitterly says.
“I prey on the vulnerable.” Louis corrects.
Harry quirks an eyebrow. “Then what’re you coming after me for?”
A growing smirk etches the corner of Louis’ lips. “You’re not as strong as you make yourself. I can smell your apprehension.”
Harry glares at him, but the color dusting her cheekbones says otherwise. The reaction only ebbs the vampire’s vainglorious ego. “At least just give me a taste, doll. I could smell you from the other side of the forest.”
“My smell isn’t an invitation.”
“No, but it is luring.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Find a siren to mess with. I can assure you that nothing will happen with me today.”
Louis smiles and leans forward, invading the fairy’s personal space. “Have you ever been curious?”
“Everyone has been curious.” Harry mutters with disinterest.
Louis chuckles, remaining close to the nymph, much to her dismay. “Have you been curious of humans?” Harry shifts her gaze to the vampire, and a menacing smile spreads across his face. “I’m given the approval of going to Earth. I drink humans’ blood, and they’re the best blood I’ve ever tasted --- but not the best thing.”
For once, Harry listens attentively, her interest plain to sight. “The best thing I’ve tasted are fairies. And I want to taste you, so badly right now.”
“Keep wanting. You won’t have me.”
“Do you seriously expect to stay in this forest for as long as you’re suspended, with nothing to entertain you?”
Harry shrugs simply. “I don’t need entertainment.” She declares, starting her walk back to the grassy lands.
Louis trails behind her. “At least let me keep you company.”
“I don’t need anything from you. Take your poisonous fucking fangs and shove them right up your behind.” She says haughtily.
Louis finds himself amused by the fairy’s irritation. He’s never chased so far for someone, but he could certainly allow Harry to be a first. With the way she smells and his endless curiosity of what she may taste like --- he couldn’t let her get away.
She was acting disdainful, but in truth, she was empathetic in nature. He knows all it would take is a mere trip and she would come running to ensure he was okay, even if she didn’t like him. And that’s exactly what Louis did, pretending to trip over a branch standing out. “Ow, damn it!” He exclaims, squeezing his throbbing ankle.
Harry turns around slowly, taking a hesitant step closer towards him. “Are you okay?
“Yeah, I just tripped.”
He sits on the ground, rocking on his bum “painfully” and Harry bites her lip thoughtfully. She crouches down beside him and reaches a delicate hand out to inspect his ankle. She was so close that her sweet scent was impossible to ignore, not that he ever considered ignoring something as sweet as her.
She smelt like all things natural; like the nectar swallowed by bees, a plain of peonies, and early morning dew.
The fairy was genuinely checking for injury, and little did she know, vampires couldn’t even get hurt. It was amusing to see how naive she was, despite her efforts in making herself broad. Realistically, it was against her nature to be unkind.
“I don’t see any bruising, but you should be more careful next time.” She says after a moment, raising her head. Louis stares right into her, an intensity that sends her skin crawling.
Harry sits up quickly and for the first time out of their entire encounter, she’s shy. Louis bites back a smirk and sits up as well. “I could teach you all about the things I’ve done.” He proposes, linking his finger around the ribbon tying her dress together. Her breath hitches and she blinks at him with a startled expression that he inwardly revels in.
“Let me kiss you.”
Harry swallows, her demeanor slipping. She peers at him and for a moment, he almost thinks he has her --- but then her expression hardens and he knows he’s back at square one. “You won’t get me as easily as the others.”
“So that you means you would let me kiss you?”
Harry scowls. “No.”
“So that means I have to treat you like you’re easy.” The fairy furrows her eyebrows then, unsure of what he means. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation easier, he reaches out and tugs the strings of her ribbon loose, making her gown fall open and expose the outline of her breasts. Harry catches it quick enough that it doesn’t show anything else. Her eyes widen. “Why would you do that?”
“To see you better.” Louis responds ‘obliviously.’
The fairy, sat on her calves, reaches out to flick the vampire’s nose, only to get her finger sucked into his mouth. She gasps and pulls away as if she had touched fire, gawking in disbelief.
“I could do that and much better.” Louis says, sliding his hand from her thigh to under her dress. He doesn’t reach her pussy, though it’s bare and he can smell it from here, which arouses him more, but he’s close. He caresses her inner thigh in a circular motion, knowing that it was giving her some sort of inner turmoil.
Harry shudders, and he doesn’t think she noticed that she spread her legs wider. Louis smirks inwardly, but he doesn’t let it show on his face. He doesn’t want to work her up too much to where she refuses him altogether.
“Let me kiss you.” Louis requests again, gently kissing the corner of her mouth. Harry’s lips were already parted and so inviting, if Louis didn’t want to taste her so badly, he definitely would’ve convinced her to give him a blowjob.
Harry’s pride is too fragile to answer, but she grabs him by the back of his neck and pulls him closer. Their lips touch gently with a delicacy adjacent to her. Her kiss is hesitant at first, she does as good as any other inexperienced person would. However, she seems to catch on quickly. She’s clumsy at first, trying to fall into a rhythm, but when she does, it’s perfect. Their lips fit like they were made for each other, her lips like warm pillows.
Her lips part in a soft sigh when his thumb touches dangerously close to her folds. Louis slips his tongue into her mouth and her fingers tighten their grip on the back of his neck. She kisses him for a moment more before pulling away. “I won’t be like the other fairies you’ve touched.”
Louis smiles. “So you’ll let me?”
Harry puffs out her cheeks, thin brows drawing together. “Don’t get too excited.”
“I won’t. But I am excited to taste you.” Louis drawls, pushing her dress off her shoulders. One simple action revealed her entirely, displaying her ostentatious beauty. Her boobs sat perfectly, a precise shape that he could fit in his hands, not too big or small. All fairies had the same physique, but she appeared to be crafted into her own tour de force.
She captivated him in a way he never knew was possible. The enrapture intensified when he looked at the area between her legs, her chubby pussy marked and wet. Louis doesn’t waste a second, touching the hood of her clit with his index finger. Harry bites her lip, and he continues to provide gentle, tentative caresses.
For now, at least. Inside, he was holding a lot of self control to not shove his finger inside her. He rolls her clit around, applying some pressure on her pleasure point. The sensation is foreign to the fairy, she feels her wings flutter slightly, and her own stomach does a flip.
Louis opens her legs wider and lays his face down between her legs. Her legs twitch as he pulls her pussy lips to the sides to expose more of her. Her clit stands proudly above her urethra, looking appetizing as ever. Louis doesn’t waste a second before diving forward, wrapping his lips around the delicate dot.
Harry inhales sharply, breath getting caught in her throat as Louis hollows his cheeks, creating a powerful suction. It was a pleasure she never felt before, and admittedly, better than the pleasure she felt when doing her work. This was a pleasure incomparable, anything else was inadmissible.
She leans back on her hands, squeezing the grass between her fingers, abdomen clenching as he focused on her clit. But then he kissed lower and lower, until he reached her tight hole. It was narrow, and obviously never touched before, which made him desire her more. But what he wanted most was to taste her, he just knew it would be good.
He darts his tongue out, testing the pearly liquid that escaped her. And his assumption was so right. Harry tasted like a mix of things, for one, nectar. He holds her open and sucks on her quivering hole, swallowing every drop her pussy offered.
Fresh cherries, maple sap. Louis savors the sugary fluid, closing his eyes in tranquility as he sips on her hole. He pulls away, face slick with her fluid, and Harry feels herself get wetter. “Lean back, it’ll feel better.” Louis encourages, pushing on her torso.
Harry easily complies, and her legs fall freer in the position. Louis licks between the petals of her cunt, collecting and spreading her slick before sucking her clit again.
Harry moans. It’s soft and quiet, but audible, and it encourages Louis further. Harry closes her eyes, lost in the satisfaction coursing through her body. Louis pulls away and dips the tip of his finger in the arousal seeping out of her soaked hole, the single digit splitting her open. Her hole swallows the rest of his finger and he slowly moves it, flicking the digit inside her before he returns his mouth back to her clit.
Her lower abdomen tightens and she feels the tip of Louis’ nose press against her pubic bone. She thought back to the way she disapproved of her sisters going out to mess with this cocky vampire --- but now she understood very well what they felt.
She could do this everyday. She would never admit that aloud, though.
Louis pushed his finger in harder, touching a part of her that made her squeal in her surprise. He stroked her for a moment longer before pulling his finger out, leaving her empty. She frowns in confusion, and Louis loves the desperate flush her cheeks have taken. Her eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown, nearly taking up her irises. Louis licks his lips, reveling in the numb feeling. “I knew you’d taste sweet.” He mumbles before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, immediately licking inside her mouth.
Harry’s mouth falls open instinctively and she whines, tugging on the delicate hairs at the nape of his neck. He marvels in the pain, and Harry savors the taste of herself on the vampire’s tongue. She had thought Louis was exaggerating, but she truly was sweet, and that aroused her more.
Louis breaks away and starts undoing the front of his jeans. She watches him tug his pants down his legs and consciously slides her hand down her stomach, touching her core. She collects her fluid on two fingers, rubbing the sticky fluid together. She brings her hand up to view, curiously studying the creamy sap.
“You should try it.” Louis says knowingly.
Harry blinks at him, and then at the substance before languidly sucking on her fingers. She runs her tongue along her skin and hums. She did taste sweet, she never knew she had such a sugary essence inside her. Louis watches the fairy suck her fingers naively and it makes him grow stiffer in his trousers. He quickly pulls his clothes off until he’s in nothing, the tepid air hugging his skin.
He would’ve loved to see her cum, but he wanted to feel and see her cum on his dick, instead. And with the way she seemed to be inexperienced, he knew she’d have the best orgasm ever --- and that wasn’t just his ego talking.
Louis holds his length in a firm grip, thumbing the wet slit of his cock as he prepared to enter the nymph. Lying on a blanket of peonies and grass, she looked ethereal, beyond any beauty compared. He guides himself to her hole and rubs the head of his penis on her wet entrance, stimulating it as much as possible until he could milk enough lubricant where the slide would be effortless.
Harry peers up at him with curiosity as the vampire leans over her body, hands between his legs. She feels him nudging against her entrance, but he doesn’t enter her, and it’s beginning to drive her crazy. She groans vociferously and shifts, lifting her bum off the ground to encourage him. Louis understands what she wants, but he wasn’t going to comply so quickly. He does, however, push in a little bit, until she catches around his tip.
Harry sighs and starts to calm down, but her heartbeat accelerates when he grabs her wrists, pinning them to the ground. “Be patient, and then I’ll give you everything you want.”
Harry softly huffs and turns her head, the grass tickling her skin. She tries to wait, but she isn’t one to be patient. She bends her knees and the motion makes him slide in deeper. Louis moans for the first time, and it’s beautiful and hot, his breath whispering in her ear, down her neck.
Louis looks down at where they connect, admiring the way her pink skin stretched around his cock, attempting to adjust to his girth. Louis felt immense attraction to the fairy, to her innocent beauty and sexuality. She was vulgar, as much as she was demure.
Louis pushes further into her, watching as she expanded around him, her pussy taking in as much as it could. Harry hissed, but she didn’t express too much pain. Her wetness allowed for him to ease in a little gentler, preventing her from any serious pain. He fills her up until he’s pressed to the pelvis, and she, filled to the hilt.
Harry exhales shakily, squeezing the poor grass as she adjusts to him. She could feel the swell inside her, he seemed fuller, and when he started to move his hips, she couldn’t hold in her moans any longer. Louis didn’t think Harry would be so vocal, being as though she seemed timid before, but she was loud. Not in an obnoxious way, in a way that encouraged him to fuck into her harder.
Their skin and groans reverberate throughout the forest, a beauteous symphony of their passion. Harry tells him how fast and slow she wants it, demands for him to thrust this way, or hold and grab her this hard, and he lets her believe that she has that control. Even during sex, she was cocky.
Louis withdraws from inside her so suddenly, she almost doesn’t realize, until her throbbing hole clenches around nothing. She frowns and looks at him in confusion, but he doesn’t offer a response. He wordlessly flips her over, which was effortless, due to how light she is, and pulls her hips up until her ass was raised. Her lips part in surprise and she plants her hands on the grass, turning her head slightly, but Louis grabs her by the back of her neck and pushes her down, leaving only her behind up.
His grip is so strong that she can’t move at all. She waits, pushed onto the ground with only her behind exposed until he pushes into her again. In the position, he slides in easier and deeper, touching her in a place she never knew existed. In so deep, she didn’t even know he could get that far. She mewls, prolonged and aching as he enters her. He keeps her pressed into the grass, even when he’s fully inside, reaching the depths of her cunt.
She leaks out more in the position as well, profusely creamy in and around. Harry croons, completely immobile due to his grip. Louis holds her down and starts to move again, slow at first. Every time he withdrew, the removal made a wet noise, squelching whenever he entered again. He continues the motion slowly, gradually building a quick, balanced rhythm. Harry’s body rocks with the power of his thrusts, as much as her lower half would allow her, as she was still pressed to the ground.
Louis strongly drives into her, chasing after that addicting nectar that had him yearning for more. There was a spot that he kept hitting, stimulating and pushing choked‘yes’ s and‘uh’s out of the fairy. Noises that she didn’t know she was capable of making, he made her swear, when she never cursed in her life. Louis releases his hold from her neck and wraps her hair around his hand, tugging on it sharply. The pull sends a tingling sensation down her spine, along with the throb in her scalp.
Her curls were starting to become looser due to the sweat she was producing, and she doesn’t think she’s ever sweated this much in her life. Louis was making her feel things she never experienced before, it was refreshing, and consuming at the same time. Louis releases her hair and lets her fall back onto her shoulders, now attracted to the dip of her spine, the way her ass perked up from how she arched. He rests his hand on her lower back, right where her arch was and thrusts harder, sliding deeper.
Harry cries out when one of his thrusts makes her choke up, her muscles tensing up. It felt like a fire growing in her stomach, all of her senses running wild as something bubbled inside her. She didn’t know what it was, but Louis did, and he couldn’t wait for it to happen. He leans forward until he was pressed against her back, hands rested at each side of her head. “Are you gonna let me fuck you like this whenever I see you?” He whispers, kissing the side of her ear.
Harry whimpers, burying her face in the grass. “Yes.”
“Gonna let me fuck you hard, mark you up?” He questions, quickening his pace.
Harry’s eyes roll behind her lids, her bundle of nerves being punched repeatedly. It felt like getting a beating, but in a great way.
"Yes.” She screams, mouth falling agape until she couldn’t make a sound anymore. Louis snaps his hips against her ass, their skin slapping carnally, echoing through the forest. Her breasts rubbed against the dirt, stimulating her nipples in a strange way, and the pleasure was overwhelming.
“I saw you sitting up on that tree branch, with your doll face and milky thighs. Do you have any idea how sinful you look?” Louis says, and as he teases her, he keeps up with a constant pace, fucking her raw and rough.
Harry moans, shaking her head persistently. “No.” She whines.
“I wish you could you look like taking my cock. Bet you’d like it even more if it was in your mouth, huh?”
She gasps at the vulgarity, curling her fingers in the tufts of grass so harshly that she tears it out of the ground. She'll feel bad about it later, but right now she could feel that she was so wet that it was leaking down Louis' balls. "I-It feels so weird." She admits, her pussy clenching sporadically.
"Mhm, that's because I'm making you feel good. I'm gonna make you feel better than any magic could ever make you feel." Louis mutters and his thrusts begin to slow, a deliberate pace, but a hard slam of his hips that jolts her body.
Harry starts to grow desperate, her little toes curling from the sensitivity of her pussy. "And can I tell you something, love?" Louis adds, grinding against her body.
She nods her head in despair, unable to get enough of the vampire's inducing voice. "You're the best fairy I've ever had," He admits. "Best smelling," he pushes into her harshly. Harry moans, a clipped "uh." "Best tasting," he repeats the same force, pushing out another moan. Her blood starts to thrum, and she could feel the hairs on her body rising, something indescribable building up.
"Best pussy."
Like a dam bursting out of a burrow, her orgasm hits her harshly, and it feels so good that she doesn't even notice the creatures lingering in the shadows, watching her be defiled so publicly. It feels so good that her wings unfurl from her back, shimmering and fluttering erratically with every quiver of her body.
Louis never made a fairy reveal their wings while fucking them, it momentarily stuns him when he sees it. His initial reaction was shock, but it slowly wears off when he sees the pixies out of the corner of his eye, trying to 'discretely' watch the two's public affair. His cock throbs from inside her pussy and he groans, pulling out of her.
He couldn't flip her while her wings were still fluttering, he'd risk hurting her wings, and he didn't want to do that. They were so beautiful, translucent with a hint of color that glistened in the dimming evening.
"Calm down for me, love. Just for a second." Louis whispers, kissing the back of her neck. Harry groans into the grass, more thick beads of fluid leaking out of her. The sight makes Louis' cock twitch and he strokes her thigh, trying to make her relax.
It takes her a second, but her wings eventually lower and he flips her onto her back. She looks utterly spent, her entire face flushed, grass sticking to her wet cheeks and the corner of her mouth where she had drooled. And her eyes, still a lustful gaze --- but her irises had taken on a hue of gold. Her lashes were moist, a darker shade of black, now that it was wet. She was a sight for sore eyes, and Louis had contained himself long enough.
He takes ahold of the back of her thighs and wraps her legs around his waist, keeping a hand on her spine to keep her lower half off the ground. The angle is a little uncomfortable, but all that discomfort dissipates when he enters her again, instantly striking deep into her core.
Harry's cherry lips fall open in a silent moan and she stares at the man as he fills her up. This time, she doesn't break eye contact, and it makes the moment more intimate. He enters her fully and immediately falls into a hurried rhythm, chasing after his climax.
He doesn't fail to meet her spot every thrust, urging more fluid out of her until she starts dripping onto the grass.
The grass was lucky to have such natural nectar like her.
Louis uses her body like a rag doll, holding her hips harshly, pulling her to meet his thrusts, and her pussy throbs, achingly sore.
Harry never liked pain, but the soreness she felt right now was unrecognizably good. She looks at Louis through half-lidded eyes, wet lips formed in the perfect 'o' and Louis couldn't ignore her lips anymore.
He leans down and kisses her feverishly, fucking her roughly. Their teeth clash from how vehemently they kissed and he pulls away, needing to hear her speak again. "Will this pussy be mines forever?"
Harry nods quickly, her body tensing up.
"Say it."
"It's yours." She cries, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Say you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"What was that?"
"I'm yours, Louis! I'm yours, I'm-" Louis grunts, his hips starting to take the erratic pace, only a vampire could be capable of, and it pleases her as much as it hurts.
They come to their release at the same time, she lets out a long, guttural moan, and Louis pushes as far as he could go, releasing inside her. Her back curves again, and Louis keeps a firm hold on her, staying pressed inside her while he comes.
Harry breathes shallowly as she comes down from her high, her vision slowly returning until she can see the vampire clearly again. He grins, satisfied by the orgasms he'd given, and this time, she smiles back. Dimples sink into her cheeks, and Louis doesn't think she could get any prettier than that.
"My name is Harry." She eventually says, answering the question from what felt like ages could.
Louis chuckles and leans forward, kissing her delicately, like the doll she is. "My little venice bitch."
