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Annabelle awoke to the air shifting around her. She thought she imagined it until she felt a familiar large hand on her hip and the covers being pulled off of her body. She caught the scent of her lover right before she heard him purr in her ear. Her nipples perked, and her nethers came to life, well, as much as was possible for her now.
He slunk down her body and pulled her lace panties off as he went. He grazed his cold fingers across her genitals.
She reached down for him, and as she found him, he made himself visible.
He knelt before her, full of hunger and adoration.
This had been a common occurrence ever since their first entirely unexpected chance encounter had awakened this part of Jasper. She was so kind to him, brought out his confidence and reassured him through so many new ways. Ever since meeting her he wasn't quite as miserable. She made him feel a little less dead, even if he was. He found he was addicted to providing pleasure, one of the few things he had to give her in return, and wished he could service Annabelle in all the ways she deserved.
With his renewed confidence and curiosity, he had since had encounters with all of the kindred he could get his hands (and mouth) on.
Even Nelli had secretly employed him and enjoyed herself thoroughly.
She praised him and told him how much better he was than Victor as she used and abused his mouth for her own pleasure.
Though this was a secret she would certainly diablerize him for if it ever got out. She made that absolutely clear.
She had held her knife to his throat, licking her own vitae from his mouth and face as she informed him of this.
He laughed to himself deviously as he recalled this wicked memory.
Victor would for sure also send him to the final death if he found out.
He began placing kisses all along Annabelle's smooth thighs and pubic region. Teasingly avoiding her vulva as it glistened with vitae. The need growing between both of them.
He leapt up to her throat, knee between her legs. His growls and licks to her neck made her grind herself on his denim-covered leg, strategically placed for such an action. His hands ghosted over her, up and down.
He once again descended to threaten the skin of her hips with his fangs. Then finally placed his greedy mouth over her pussy. Kissing gently at first but then unable to resist thrusting his tongue between the folds to lap at the gathering drip of blood there.
"Jasper," Annabelle exclaimed while pushing her hips to meet his mouth.
He licked and sucked, went fast and slow, and just generally teased her (and himself) mercilessly. He loved to make her pant. He lived for this, her vitae dripping down his chin, the smell and taste of her excitement.
While rolling his tongue over her clitoris, he slipped a long, practiced finger inside of her. He loved her moans. He worked until she was gushing. He then added another finger. Oh, he loved how she tightened down on him and pushed back for more. He was smiling up at her in between sucking her clit. He could do this all day.
He used a third finger to experimentally stretch her. She responded favorably.
He purred for her as he reached up to put his hand around her throat, not menacingly, but protectively.
He wished he could do more; if she could take this, she could take his cock.
She had never even seen his cock, as he was self-conscious about its current useless state.
He continued to flex his wrist and twist his fingers inside of her; her blood flowed down onto the palm of his hand. What a delicious mess she was making for him. He went back to viciously teasing her clit.
He snuck his free hand up to play with her nipples, hard under his amazing fingers.
"I love your hands and mouth," she moaned.
"I wish I had more to offer," he rasped against her wetness.
He imagined himself hard and sliding into her. It wasn't that much of a stretch of the imagination because he would be throbbing now if it were possible.
He began to vigorously thrust his three fingers up into her.
He got a bold idea to press the thumb of his free hand into her ass, filling her even more.
"Oh," she squealed and bucked.
"I take it that means that's ok?" He asked with amusement.
"Yes, oh God, Jasper, please…fuck me."
He continued with his quick motions and the obscene slurping on her clit. He very much enjoyed having her under his power. She tensed and cried out, thrashing wildly, losing herself to his talented hands.
He bathed in her vitae as it flowed copiously down his chin onto his chest and dripped in paths down his arm.
He slowed and pulled from her, examining the liquid coating his palm in triumph.
He smiled down at her before uncharacteristically pouncing on her and locking her in a deep kiss, panting and growling against her.
"God, you are so arousing," he said breathlessly.
"Thanks, I needed that," Annabelle giggled, slapping him playfully.
She briefly reached down for his crotch out of habit…and then remembered she couldn't reciprocate.
He read her thoughts and growled low, his confidence wavering and his high being taken down a notch.
Oh, he needed to feel her hands on him.
He swallowed hard; the vitae was growing sticky in his mouth. Their pleasure had abated his condition for only mere moments this time before he was back in full shrouded melancholy.
Anger swelled at what had been taken from him. His beautiful body, his glorious cock…how he had taken it for granted.