My period .his play ground.[BDSM],[NSFW vampire kink]

You’re lying in bed, body aching, thighs clenched, the pressure between your legs unbearable. Every nerve feels like it’s begging for attention, your skin hypersensitive, your mind hazy with want. You hear the creak of the door before you even see him—the vampire you crave, stepping into the room like a dark promise.

He’s watching you with eyes that burn—deep, wild hunger mixed with something even deeper… possession.

“Couldn’t wait, could you, baby girl?” he murmurs, voice like silk over gravel, his fangs peeking out when he smirks. He crawls over you, slow, predatory, hands gripping your thighs and spreading you open, eyes dropping to the messy wetness between your legs.

His breath hitches. “Fuck… look at you… dripping and bleeding for me.” He presses a finger between your folds, circling lightly, teasing. “You’re so sensitive like this, aren’t you, princess? So vulnerable, so needy.”

You’re already trembling, hips arching into his touch. “Please…” you whisper, not even sure what you’re begging for—just more.

He growls low in his chest, eyes flashing. “I can smell you… taste your desperation.” And before you can even catch your breath, he’s diving in, tongue flicking, sucking, feasting on you like a starving man. You feel the scrape of his fangs along your inner thigh, just a tease, making you gasp, making you throb harder.

His tongue slides through the mess, licking up blood and slick like it’s his addiction, groaning against your clit as he drinks you in. “So fucking good… you don’t know what you do to me,” he growls between strokes, voice ragged with need.

Your hands are in his hair, tugging, pulling, grounding yourself as he devours you like he owns you, like he’ll never get enough. And when he finally pulls back, lips stained red, eyes glowing wild, he flips you over in one rough move.

“I’m not done with you, precious,” he snarls, lining up behind you, dragging the thick length of his cock through your messy folds. “I’m gonna fill you up… breed you full of me… till you’re dripping with more than blood.”

You’re begging, shaking, aching, and when he finally thrusts inside—deep, hard, claiming—you swear the whole world shatters.

“Mine,” he grits out, pounding into you, one hand gripping your hip, the other in your hair, yanking your head back so his lips can find your neck. “Mine to fuck… mine to ruin.”

And when he sinks his fangs in—biting down hard as his cock slams home—you lose it, moaning his name like a prayer, trembling as he fills you, marks you, makes you his in every way possible.

It’s messy, wild, primal—and you’ve never felt more alive.

You’re gasping, body still shaking from the first wave, but he’s not stopping—no mercy in those glowing eyes. His cock is still deep inside you, hard, throbbing, twitching as he drags it out slowly, watching the blood and cum drip down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he mutters, fingers digging into your hips like he can’t believe how good you feel. “You’re a fucking mess, princess… my messy little baby… bleeding and full of me.”

You whimper, so sensitive you’re practically crying already, but you don’t want him to stop. “Please,” you choke out, voice hoarse, “please don’t stop… please—”

He cuts you off with a hard slap to your ass, making you jolt and clench around him. His chuckle is dark, low, vibrating through your whole body. “Oh, you’re not getting a break, baby. Not when you’re like this. So fucked out and needy… look at you. You’d let me ruin you over and over till you’re nothing but my little blood-soaked fuck toy.”

His words wreck you, make your walls flutter around him, and he feels it. “Yeah… that’s what I thought.” He pulls out and flips you onto your back again, eyes dropping to your swollen, slick, messy pussy. He spits right on your clit and watches it mix with everything already there, rubbing it in with two fingers while you cry out.

“You’re gonna cum again for me, princess. While I watch.” He fists his cock, stroking himself slow, eyes locked on your pussy as he plays with you, rubbing circles around your clit, two fingers teasing at your entrance but never quite pushing in.

“Please… please fuck me,” you beg, squirming, thighs trembling as the pleasure builds too fast, too much.

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “You want me to fill you again? Stuff you full of my cum till it’s dripping out for days?” His hand slams down, fingers plunging into you deep, fast, relentless, and your back arches off the bed as you moan his name like it’s the only word you know.

“Yes—yes, fuck, yes—”

He’s growling, rutting against your thigh, losing control watching you come undone for him, messy and wild and so fucking his. And when he can’t take it anymore, he slams into you again, hard and fast, no holding back this time.

“Mine,” he keeps muttering, like he’s claiming every inch of you with each brutal thrust, “mine, mine, mine.”

His fangs graze your throat again, teasing the bite, keeping you right on that edge until you’re sobbing for release.

“Cum for me, baby,” he snarls, pounding harder, deeper, his hand around your throat now, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur. “Cum while I fucking take you—let me feel you squeeze my cock like that again.”

You break—shatter, body shaking and clenching and milking him as you cry out his name, and he growls, hips jerking, cock pulsing deep inside you as he fills you up again, hotter, messier, both of you lost in it, tangled together in blood and cum and sweat and need.

He collapses over you, breathing hard, kissing your neck, whispering, “Good girl… my precious little baby… you were made for this.”

And even then, you know… he’s not done yet.