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Cocking his eyebrow up, taunting me as he said, “I told you to sit down,”

“What are you doing to me?” I breathlessly asked as I felt myself being lowered to the floor.

“You tell me,” Kenji said, with his eyes glued to me.

Once I was sitting on the ground facing Kenji with my legs outstretched almost out the door frame. Kenji’s invisible hands pushed my legs open, finding their place in my leggings again. Quickly his fingers found my clit again like they’d belonged together and the only thing I could do was watch in shock. I felt powerless to his touch right now. My body was craving him and I felt myself getting weak. Kenji smiled when he saw I didn’t have any panties on, he licked his lips as he eyes my pussy.

I threw my head back when I felt his fingers swiping at my clit. His fingers felt like they were coated with some kind of magic that made them feel out of this world. It made no sense Kenji fingering me was feeling this good. This wasn’t the first time I’d had my pussy played with however, it felt like nothing that I’d experienced before. My orgasm was about to take over my body, my eyes rolled in the back of my head and if I hadn’t felt myself being dragged towards the door that would have been the best damn orgasm in the world but panic set in when I saw my legs halfway out the back door. How the fuck? I tried to recall what Kenji’s sneaky ass had done in a matter of seconds.

Panicking, I stretched out my arms, placing my palms flat on each side of the door frame, using that as leverage to keep myself from being dragged outside. I looked up to see Kenji squatting down, his hands gripping one of my thighs.

“Let go of the wall Quinny.” He said.

“No. Let my legs go!” I screamed, if I was honest I wasn’t scared of Kenji.

By now I knew he wasn’t trying to kill me or going to hurt me. Vampire or not, my life wasn’t in danger I felt that in my bones. However, Kenji did want to fuck me and as much as I hated to admit him I wanted to fuck him back. That’s worried the fuck out of me, Kenji wasn’t even my type of nigga I went after. I liked the clean, cut, pretty boy type. Kenji though, he had me acting all out of character. I wasn’t the type of female who fucked a nigga just because. I didn’t think I was a prude but I liked to go on a date or two and get to know the nigga I was dealing with before I decided if he could fuck me. With Kenji, as soon as I laid eyes on him I was done for. I wanted him with everything in my being. My pussy was ready to be delivered to him on a silver plater. He had me almost believing what he was saying about him being my soulmate. That made more sense to me than him being a fucking vampire. Being with Kenji I had no control over my actions and that scared me more than anything he could do to me.

“Okay, don’t let go,” Kenji said, sounding as if he didn’t care. Him not caring made me sad, I didn’t like that, I wanted him to care. There I go with that crazy shit. I closed my eyes thinking Kenji was going to let me be. I was wrong.

I heard Kenji chuckled, my eyes popped open when I felt his hands, his real hands tearing my legging in half. Before I could do anything else Kenji pressed my thighs open, he gazed at my pussy like he was in awe. While I wanted to snap my legs closed because I hadn’t shaved in weeks.

“Keenjiiiii,” I moaned, not being able to contain myself anymore when I felt him press his tongue between my slit.

Feverishly Kenji flicked his tongue through my pussy. His hands pressed down on my thighs, holding me in place. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Kenji buried his face deep inside my pussy. I can’t believe this is happening. I opened my eyes, lifting my head up, I watched as Kenji’s head moved from side to side with precision as he skillfully continued his assault on my pussy. I can’t breathe. I was feeling too many things at once. Kenji’s tongue felt unreal, every vibrator I ever owned didn’t compare to what his tongue was doing to me. I swear I felt my spirit leave my body when Kenji’s tongue with one long, slow stroke, starting from the top of my pussy, working his way down. I expected him to stop when he reached my booty but he didn’t. My mouth made an O shape as I felt his tongue gliding through my ass cheeks. His tongue lightly flickered over my ass hole. This can’t be real. A man as fine as Kenji didn’t eat ass.

“I only eat your ass because every part of you belongs to me.” Kenji’s voice rang through my head again.

I wanted to reply to him but he’d made his way back up to my clit, he latched on to it. He began sucking on my clit as if it would disappear if he let it go. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take before I passed out. If Kenji’s mouth felt this good I could only imagine how good his dick had to feel. I was almost scared to find out because I could barely handle what he was doing to me now.

“Kenjiii, please,” I begged him for mercy. If there was such a thing as too much pleasure this was it.

Despite my pleas, Kenji didn’t stop, he just looked me in the eyes. He had me hypnotized as I watched him suck and kiss on my clit, helplessly. My back arched off the ground, my knuckles turning white from the death grip I have on the door frame. I cou;dn’t tell if I was holding onto the frame too tightly because I was scared what would happen if Kenji got me all the way out of the house or if my rising orgasm was causing my body to lock up. Whatever the case, I needed Kenji to release me from his deadly tongue. Sweat dripped from my head, and fear rippled through my heart. Kenji had lifted his face from my pussy, the sinister grin he wore made me uneasy. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to figure out Kenji’s next move. He had me torn between wanting him to finish what he started and wanting to use this opportunity to run from him.

He smirked, then his velvety smooth voice said. “Quinny, Let me in, please?”

Chapter 6

Kenji Touré

She just stared at me, not moving. I wanted to go inside her mind again but I’d already done it while I was feasting on the delectable folds between her legs. I said after that was my last time until Quinny invited me willingly. Her eyes were filled with lust, confusion and most importantly, desire. She wanted me, I would say as bad as I wanted her but that was impossible after tasting Quinny fully, I was a goner. My soulmate tasted just as good as she looked, if not better and I was hooked on her. If I was determined before I was relentless now. Nothing was going to stand in the way of me being with my soulmate. I’d burn this house to the ground before I allowed it to stop me from being with her.

I honestly had no intention of eating her pussy when I first started projecting my energy force onto her. It was something vampires could do with their mates. Back in the older days before phones and electronics, if your mate had to go far away for whatever reason, they needed a way to be able to stay connected with their mates. Going a long time without being in the presence of your mate, specifically your soulmate could drive any sane vampire crazy. We could go into each other's minds to communicate but that was only good in short distances. The elder Vampires came up with a technique, they taught us how to project ourselves onto our mates when they were far away. Or in my case hiding in a house I hadn’t been invited in yet. When we projected ourselves onto our mate, they could really feel our skin as if we were really touching them. Newer vampires didn’t know how to use the projecting technique. They felt like they didn’t need to know how because of all the new technology. Since I was considered a part of the older generation, I preferred to use projection.

All I wanted to do was show Quinny how good my hands would feel all over her body. When her legs buckled I saw my opportunity to get her out of that house. She was so aroused that I thought she wouldn’t notice me sliding her out the house. Really, I could have snatched Quinny out the house but the force it would require would have hurt her and I never wanted to cause her any harm. The only thing I wanted to do was give her pleasure and make her smile. So, I let her think her little arm strength was enough to stop me from getting her.

The scent of her pussy hung heavily in the air and it was too tempting for me to pass up. My mouth watered watching her wiggle her body, throwing her scent around even more. I could have cried when I ripped her pants and I got to smell the entirety of her dripping pussy. Gazing down at her pussy and I fell in love instantly. Although Quinny was a little hairy, her pussy still captivated me. Her peach shaped mound, glistened with her sweet juices leaking from between her lower lips. She had me hypnotized, her sugary brown thighs held the sweet nectar I craved between them. Before I could stop myself I slipped my tongue in her sugary walls. I was in heaven as I feasted on her pussy. My dick, felt like it was going to explode. I’d been fighting to keep my dick at bay since I first kissed Quinny. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold out.

I might have waited on my soulmate before I’d mated, however I’d fucked a bunch of bitches through the years. I’d have females of all types, races, and ethnicities, fucking became second nature to me. I loved sampling new pussy. But what I came to understand as soon as I tasted Quinny, no pussy tasted as divine as hers. My soulmate was something extraordinary that no other bitch would be able to compare to her. Her pussy was addictive, it had become my drug. I got lost eating her pussy, her moans only heightened the enjoyment for me. I loved hearing her soft moans. I could tell she was trying to keep herself from moaning. That was the only reason I listened to her thoughts. I needed to know Quinny was enjoying herself. Hearing her pleasure in her thoughts made my heart smile and precum leak from my dick. I just knew if Quinny felt the way I was she’d let me in without a second thought.

I was wrong because we’d been staring at each other and having a silent battle with our eyes. She wanted to, I could see the words dancing on the tip of her tongue. Seeing that she needed a little encouragement, my fangs extended. Quinny looked intrigued at the sigh of my fangs unlike the first time she’d seen them. I gave her a sly grin, then I leaned down placing a sensual kiss on her throbbing clit. Turning my head slightly I kissed her inner thigh lovingly, then I sank my teeth into her thigh.

“Ooooh myyyy, Kenjiii,” Quinny moaned loudly, sounding like music to my ears.

Her legs locked around my head and her body shook with pleasure. She was cumming, and I didn’t think there was anything else Quinny could do to make me want her more. Wrong, watching her cum had me hypnotized. I loved seeing her like this knowing I was the one making her feel the greatest pleasure she’d ever experience. My heart swelled with pride, I did that. My eyes watched Quinny slowly coming down from her orgasm, spasms were still shooting through her body. I could hear the muscles in her pussy still contracting, her orgasm was relentless.

I kiss the permanent holes in her thighs from my fangs. My first mark I’d put on my soulmate. Granted it wasn’t a full mark because my dick had to be inside of her for that. Still it counted as a mark and anytime I came near it, her body would be extra sensitive, and she’d cum instantly if I sank my fangs back into that spot.

“I wanna see you cum again,” I said, placing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. I flicked my tongue out, slipping in between her fold, to get a taste of her cum. Just as sweet as I’d known it would be.