#for your first thot anon this was such a banger omg

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I thought of this the other day and ran to write it down specifically so I could send it in as a thot. Vampire Gaz and he fucks you in front of a mirror so he can see how good you take him, without actually SEEING you take him if you know what I mean. Like he’s a vampire, he can’t see his own reflection, but he’s fixated on seeing how he’s stretching you. IM SORRY I FEEL LIKE THATS SO DIRTY LMAOOOO I’ve never sent in a thot before 🧍🏼‍♀️

“Oh darling, look at you.”

Between gasping pants, you flutter your eyes open, neck craned so a dribble of red trickle down into the gauzy lace of your dressing down. The tie has come undone in the time it’s taken Kyle to debauch you, and now the sheer fabric droops down over one shoulder- yanked away by his hands, the front opened to reveal your breasts which bounce with every thrust up into you. Kyle’s front braces behind you, one firm hand planted under your thigh and lifting it higher so he has better access, his hips a slow, indulgent roll into yours as his breath fogs your nape. 

“So beautiful, darling.” He purrs, and you shudder when his mouth presses against the fresh bite, feeling a familiar ache of feverish pleasure rise within you. It renders you docile, pliant in his grasp, a beautiful doll for him to bend to his touch, sink into and groan, low and heady at the desire that echoes through your veins and onto his tongue. 

Your eyes are glassy, half lidded as you try to take in the sight of yourself in the mirror. Everytime you claw your way to clarity the sudden drag of Kyle’s cock inside you has you crying out in oversensitive pleasure, your head lolling back against his shoulder, mouth falling open with a wordless cry. There’s a coil purring low in your belly with every thrust, and with the velvety spell of his teeth sinking into your thoughts it’s almost too much, lighting up sparks in your veins and stifling the words in your throat until the only thing you can gasp is his name- an endless prayer for divination that cannot touch a creature such as him.

“I said look darling.” Kyle tuts at you, and there’s a hand under your chin, squeezing the sides of your jaw and tilting your head to look into the ornate, golden mirror that sits at the other end of his luxurious bedchamber, and- oh heaven…

You can see yourself, with each of his slow but precise thrusts, can see your hazy eyes and disheveled, gauzy robe. You can see the dip of his grip in your cheeks, the red that pools at your collarbone. You can see where you’re stretched around him, your flushed cunt parting to allow him in, revealing the soft, pink interior of you-

It hits you then, the wind that lifts the veil of lust and grazes sharply across your expression, that you can’t see him.

The sudden rigidity of your form elicits a chuckle from the vampire, who hums a low, pleased note that echoes through you, has your toes curl and your fingers circle his wrist in desperate search of an anchor.

“That’s right, doll. That’s it. So pretty for me, taking me so well. Love that I can see you, just you…” His voice trails off as his lips trail up along the underside of your jaw, fangs in search of another vein from which to drink and oh…

You come undone abruptly as he gently presses the tips of his teeth against your fluttering heartbeat, savoring the taste of your orgasm as your voice chokes out in a high whimper. Pleasure unfurls like gossamer wings inside you and stretching outwards, engulfing you in its shadow until you both are consumed in its drowning shroud.