Godric Wakes : An “Anticipating” One-Shot

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Godric quickly stirred back to life that early afternoon and immediately his mind was flooded with memories of the night spent with his Cara.   He also immediately he noticed that she was not in his quarters, and that she… He caught a scent, a soft, delicious, rich, warm scent…

He snarled as his fangs erupted and his cock rose hard.

Within seconds he was partially dressed and up the stairs. The bond as well as his nose instantly tracked her exact position in their home. His Cara was in the kitchen.

Although it was not protected from the sun’s afternoon light, at his age he could move so very quickly that he did not have to worry about such a brief exposure.

Growling, eyes burning with lust’s own fire, in mere moments he had a very startled Cara slung over his shoulder and was back safely ensconced in their private quarters.

After securing his door, he gently tossed his prize onto his bed, and, ignoring her laughing sputters, quickly stripped her and himself of the offensive barriers of clothing separating them.

Hands rough with surging need, he quickly spread her thighs wide, lifted her hips, and lowered his nose to deeply inhale the delicious results of the hormonal changes affecting her body in such an enthrallingly irresistible way.

“Cara,” he moaned into a deep, hard purr that shot fire through her center. “Oh, my Cara…how luscious you are.”

His thumbs spread her moist inner lips to display the most enticing meal Godric had ever encountered. Body rigid with suppressed savagery, he forced himself to lick slowly from stem to stern, again and again, before allowing himself to repeatedly thrust his tongue as deep inside her as possible.

After very thoroughly lapping up all the blood he could find, he locked his lips around her hard clit and suckled and purred, alternating between gentle and hard pulls, until with feral pride he wrung a loud, long orgasm from his mate.

The resulting contractions encouraged more of her monthly blood to flow, which he eagerly and meticulously lapped up while purring his satisfaction.

For hours he repeated the process, lapping, delving, and suckling, occasionally secretively bathing her with his healing, soothing blood, until finally his exhausted, trembling, blissed-out mate had to remind him that she was human and couldn’t handle but so many hours in the stratosphere.  She didn’t tell him that she was wondering how in the hell she’d lasted as long as she had.

After deviously bathing her clit with more of his ancient blood to help her recover and to prepare her for the pleasure to come, Godric magnanimously agreed that a small break was in order.

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**Ok: Gross, or hawt, or…both?**

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