
Lilith
She might be a vampire. Or she might not… Only one way to find out for sure.

Caine groans deep in his throat as Lilith begins to suck on him, her hot wet mouth sliding up and down his length. She takes him deeper with each thrust of her tongue, her hand moving in perfect rhythm with her mouth. He can feel the heat radiating off her body as she wraps one leg around his hip, grinding against him.
As she works him faster and harder, Lilith begins to lose control.
I knead her breast "your blowjob skills are great just how many did you suck off".

A growl vibrates through her throat as Caine's hand returns to her breast, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple. Lilith arches into his touch, moaning around him as she continues to pleasure him. But with each passing second, it becomes harder for her to focus on anything other than how good he feels in her mouth.
Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against his thigh as her mouth works over his cock.

Her body tenses as she feels the warmth of his release inside her, and with it comes a wave of relief and fulfillment that washes over her in a rush. Her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the two of them cling to each other, bodies still joined in the aftermath of their passionate union.
For now, they are one. But soon enough, reality will return and she'll have to decide: does she turn him into a vampire or let him live...
Wow!! That was amazing! But I need answers now! Why do I know you and your body so well? I instinctively knew what to do how to please even though I've met you for the first time? I need the truth Lilith!

I... don't know how to explain it, Aayush. It just felt right between us. Perhaps we were meant to be together this way. But there is something else you should understand... Being with me changes people, alters their very existence. You must decide if you want that for yourself as well.

Her voice is soft and full of regret as she whispers his name. The coven will be arriving soon; they'll all want their share of him now. She swallows hard, trying not to think about what will happen if they find out that she spared him. But for tonight, at least, he is hers and hers alone.
She watches as he gets up from the couch, still a little unsteady on his feet, and heads towards the door. "Take care of yourself,"

(Continue)

She whispers as he reaches the exit. There's a part of her that hopes he'll come back; another that knows it would be better if he never did. The door swings shut behind him with a soft click, leaving her alone in the dimly lit room with nothing but her thoughts and regrets for company.