The room was almost cavernous in its vastness, the darkness interrupted only by the golden light coming from the ornate Victorian chandelier hanging over the majestic four-poster bed. Its rays spilled over the tapestried walls, the rich midnight-black carpet, and the priceless furniture in the room, one of which was an antique camelback sofa where the master and his mistress were currently fucking.
“Aurélien, oh, oh!” The golden-haired woman, naked from the waist down, bounced wildly on her lover’s lap, her slender body wanting more and more of the monstrous cock she was impaled on.
“M-more, s'il vous plaît---” The woman threw her head back with a moan, a look of rapture falling on her beautiful face as her lover gave her the fast and furious pounding she needed.  “Oui, oui!” She found herself clutching his rock-hard shoulders as his movements became more forceful, almost deliciously violent, and when he ripped her blouse away with his claws, she screamed, not out of fear but of excitement.
Ah, he really was such a beast when it came to sex.
It was just too bad he was one, too, littéralement.
Because if he weren’t one, then she wouldn’t have to---
His claws moved yet again, distracting her with their movement, tiny razor-sharp slashes all dangerously close to her skin. But none of them hurt her – he never did hurt her, no matter how much she begged him.
His slashing claws snipped her bra into pieces, and his palms caught her breasts as they sprung free. Aurélien’s mouth moved towards her breast, and she moaned again as she felt his fangs graze against her protruding nipples.
Ah, he was really so, so good at this.
“Mordez moi, mon amour.”
But Aurélien ignored her request, only laving her nipple with his tongue. It was enough to have her body shudder, but she wanted more. Although she would never admit it to anyone, she wanted the animal in him making love to her.
There was just nothing as exciting, nothing!
And so her sharp nails clawed his back, and Aurélien’s nostrils flared at the scent of blood.
Oui, ma mon amour. She looked into his too-human blue eyes, willing – daring – him to shed his civilized ways. She raked her nails over his back for the second time, and the scent of blood became stronger. “Aurélien,” she implored, “Aurélien, s'il vous plaît--- ”
The younger man gave in with a growl, his fangs sinking just enough into the tender flesh of her breast to cause her the most excruciating mix of pain and pleasure---
She gasped at the lurid beauty of it, but she knew it was not all he could do. “You know what I want---”
A warning growl, but the sound only fed her arousal, and she worked harder to whittle down his resistance, rubbing her breasts against his chest, grinding her pussy down on his beastly coc---
“Mordez moi.” Bite me.
“Mordez moi!”
She cried the words out over and over, no longer begging but demanding. “Mordez moi---aaaaaah!”
Aurélien Savage was biting her, his fangs sinking deep into the soft flesh, and she laughed exultantly as she felt his control breaking apart.
Yes, yes, make love to me like an animal!
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