Can you still speak?

Karina

At first I was fine. I managed to get in the car to go back to Klaus' house without saying another word to him, however, as soon as I step into his mansion my throat burns painfully, as if I had drunk a large sip of pure alcohol. I cough a few times trying to get rid of the feeling, but with each breath of air it only gets worse.
I put my hand on my forehead and realize that I'm burning with fever. Could it be that instead of making me excited like Klaus said, the wine made me sick? I'm limp, without any strength in my legs, and my body, like something out of control, is heading to the right on its own. My natural reflexes aren't working and the only reason I don't fall is because he holds me halfway with his hands on my shoulders.
Klaus doesn't say anything, because his look of disapproval already says enough. The problem is that in a strange way, your fierce way of looking at me makes the fire in my throat burn stronger, spreading to my chest, and your touch of me is very pleasurable, even if it's just on my shoulders.
— Can you still speak? — He gets on his knees in front of me, still holding, and I don't understand anything. We're almost face to face now and I can only look at his mouth and his fangs, which show slightly.
“Yes,” I reply, taking two steps back, to stand against the wall. and not that close. It's strange that I can even feel your breath on me, which smells faintly of mint. — I have a fever, Klaus, I need you to give me an antipyretic.
— Medicines won’t help. Take off your panties and separate your thighs, Karina. I'll take care of it. — Your words cause a giant shock in me, due to their rawness and practicality, and also because of how my stomach turns with anxiety. I'm sick, but I didn't eat anything tonight and I don't have anything to throw up.
—What’s that for? I ask, suddenly with some difficulty to breathe, which terrifies me. Can this wine kill someone? — I need medicine, Klaus, maybe even a doctor.
— You know what for. He drank a whole damn cup of wine and now she's dizzy with excitement. Come on, take off your panties or I'll rip them off... — Her sentence ends with a low, long growl, which sends a slow, deep shiver down my spine.
— If you didn't want me to drink, why did you have a glass in front of me?
when I came back? — I accuse, breathing slowly and as best I can, to try to contain the frenzy that is rising in me.
I urgently need to go to the hospital or I think I'll end up fainting.
— The maid put one of those in front of everyone, it was just you not having drunk or taken just a small sip. — He's very angry with me and his eyes are starting to glow yellow. — Now open your legs or you can just turn your back and lean against the wall, if you don't want to see it happen.
His long tongue unfurls from inside his mouth, showing me exactly how malleable, pointed and long it is, reaching two or three fingers below his chin.
— You've got to be crazy if you think you're going to get close to me like that. day! — With him showing me his tongue like that, I notice that the middle of my legs start to throb. It's a steady beat and it gets hotter and hotter.
— I'm surprised you're still talking, female. Soon it will no longer be capable of this, just by rubbing himself against any surface and begging to cum. — Klaus laughs scornfully, a thick, low sound so masculine that it makes me swallow hard.
The pulse between my legs increases in response and my knees want to weaken.
— You're crazy. — I want to answer him straight, curse this idiot, but I don't with you. I start wobbling again, probably with the fever reaching stratospheric levels.
This time I fall forward and Klaus lets me, without catching me with his hands. My face is right up against his body, which makes me breathe in his delicious aroma that makes my mouth water.
— Why do you smell so good? And how did your smell get so strong now? — I suck in more breaths of air, clinging as much as I can to the kneeling man, who is so big that he's practically my height.
He grabs me by the waist and hugs me, so that my face is buried in his neck, which makes me feel a little better.
— The more you smell me, the better you'll feel. Your body will understand that there is a male ready to take care of you — he explains and without controlling myself, I let out a thin moan of pleasure and rub my nose on the bare, warm portion of his neck. — The solstice wine is special and in Persians it only has a slight aphrodisiac effect, we are much stronger than you humans.
— Take me to the hospital, there’s something wrong with me… this wine… — I murmur and end up licking Klaus' neck, because his scent forces me to. And it tastes even better, it turns the burning in my throat into a gentle flame. - Is so good…
The man responds by growling more at me, this time a softer sound that gradually reminds me of a purr, as his entire body is vibrating against mine.
— You need me, Karina — he warns, with his voice so dangerously low. — The heat will drive you crazy, it will make you crawl for the contact that only I can give you. That's how it works, it's a way for our bodies to ensure that our species never dies. Lucky for you I don't go into heat or I'd be on top of you, fucking you hard for days, even weeks.
— Weeks?
— Wine won't last that long in your body, it only gives you a little I like what we Persians have and what we can also cause with our pheromones. I've heard many stories about Persians who like to play with humans.
— This is absurd. — I lick more, filling my mouth with yours strong and masculine taste. Klaus just makes more animalistic sounds, which before I would have interpreted as anger, but now fill me with pleasure. — You must have some kind of medicine for that. — I feel sweat running almost like a river down my back and my nipples are so sensitive that the fabric over them irritates me.
I put my head back a little and look up at his beautiful, angry face and press my thighs together to get some relief from the pangs of desire.
— The herbs that can stop these sensations don’t actually work. for a heat manufactured by the wine in your body. — He's talking very close to me and his full mouth moving is a new spectacle. I'm hooked.
— So either you let me take care of this or you're going to toss and turn all night like a desperate animal. — Does caring mean…?
His eyes turn yellower, shining at me.
- Do you know what it means. — He raises his hand and puts it on my face, just His claws are out, so what should be a caress is actually a light scratch and it pleases me so much that I close my eyes and shiver. My body totally ignores my "normal" thoughts and only obeys the carnal ones. — I'm having mercy on you for offering it to me, the sensations have only just begun.
Compassion?
The word resonates in my head and as much as I'm dying to be played more, I can't do it. I can't let him touch me just because I'm under the strange influence of wine. It is too humiliating to know that you will do this out of pity.
— I don't need you to have mercy on me. — I shake my head
and I use what little strength I have left to pull away, and he lets me go, but he bares his fangs at me and growls loudly. The sound makes my whole body vibrate with desire, as if out of nowhere I've started to like men who act like beasts. — Take me to the hospital and let them take care of me.
— No hospitals. No doctor can know that there is such a thing as a I'm in love with my kind. —Now that you explain, I had never actually heard that someone could go into heat. For me, only animals had that.—I'm going to suck you to relieve you now and then I'll feed you, you must eat to stay strong and be able to deal with it better.
— N-no sucking me, Klaus. — I shake my head. — We barely We know.
— I may not go into heat, but I'm still a Persian male, Karina, much more bestial than a human. I won't be able to stay by your side with you looking at me and licking me like that. So if you don't want me to take care of you,
You'll deal with this alone — the words are a growl, with your voice taking on an unearthly tone because it's so thick.
— I can’t deal… with this alone — I whisper, because I really am feeling pain in my throat, as well as dizziness, fever and difficulty breathing when I'm not smelling it.
— Come to me when you decide to stop being stubborn, but I'll only Play if you beg, and I know it won't take long. — He moves so fast that my eyes can barely follow him leaving the room and leaving me.

***

My sheets, which felt so soft earlier today, feel like sandpaper against my skin, bothering me and almost hurting me. I feel sticky from sweating so much, so I pull off the stupid pajamas I bought earlier today and struggled to put on over my head and lie naked on the mattress, minus my diamond jewelry.
Everything is dark around me and I don't even know how long it's been since I got home from dinner. Maybe I slept a little or maybe I just hallucinated... I don't know.
I need a doctor and medicine, but Klaus has my cell phone. He got him before dinner and I don't know where he is now, so I can't call Oliver for help. And even if I really wanted to, I couldn't look for the device now.
My head is like a runaway machine, sending images that I want to hide from. In my mind, big black hands with sharp claws are running across my skin, circling my hard nipples, making me bleed. I'm so crazy that I can even imagine his voice.
“Beautiful, Karina, beautiful. Swallow my dick like this, you can do it” he praises me and encourages me, however, he also degrades me, calls me things I never thought I liked. The pulse of my intimacy is constant, strong and increasingly burning.
I reach a trembling hand between my legs and… fuck! I'm too slippery, really sticky. I leave my entire palm moist with my own fluids and start rubbing myself in search of the release I so desperately need, having no choice but to obey this strange thing in my body.
But the more I rub, the more sensitive I become and the more irritated I become, because the orgasm never comes. No matter how hard I try, my touches don't release me at all and only leave me on the edge of the abyss.
I can't even form a coherent thought in my head and the pain increases as I roll over on my own hand, in the darkness, alone and sick.
Until I hear a familiar growl that vibrates everything in me and frees me a little from the wine haze. My insides stir and with every breath of oxygen I suck in, I consume more of the masculine scent that I so desperately need.
My heart races and I want to talk, beg him to touch me, to scratch me and even to bite me, anything seems better than staying here, but my throat is too dry and the words won't come out.
Then the door opens, he uses the spare key I asked for back before we left. It's dark outside in the hallway too, but I know it's there because of the two yellow headlights in its face.
Klaus walks around the room and opens the window, letting the moonlight in, so I can see just a little of his tall, broad silhouette.
— You're moaning like a cat, little human, whimpering from despair — he says, but I didn't even notice he was making a sound. — I can smell your scent all over the hallway, it's very strong, and it hasn't even been fifteen minutes since you went to bed.
It hasn't been fifteen minutes since I went to bed?! But it feels like I've been like this for hours!
- Do you wanna eat something? All you have to do is nod your head, I can see right in the dark — he explains, approaching me. — I just can't give you much, your stomach is sensitive.
The open window blows a little wind into the room and brings more of your scent to me, and I toss and turn with pleasure. I don't want food. I need him closer, to take care of me like he said he would, to make it pass, but I can't say anything.
I need anything you can give me, even if it's humiliating to have to beg a man to touch me. So I do something that I know you will understand.
Lying in the center of the bed, I spread my legs wide, exposing myself as much as I can. Then I separate my lips, sticky with so much lust, so that he can see me and those yellow eyes really become two bright headlights, illuminating his face enough for me to see his features.
—The little human is offering herself…
Soon the mattress falls under your weight and I hope to finally feel some relief, something that will make this painful desire stop, but instead I feel an even more burning pain on the inside of my thigh, on the sensitive and soft skin.
—Oh! — I scream, scared, however, at the same time… I also feel lust. I almost come with Klaus biting me, sinking his fangs into me, my hips even jerk in the air. —W-What are you doing?
I convulse with so much pleasure, shaking from head to toe. My fingers go into his hair and I find his horns, where I hold them at the base, this way I can push him more against me and he gives a long lick to the place where he bit.
— Your blood is sweet too... — he growls and suddenly picks me up and He turns over, as if I weighed nothing, and puts me on my knees, separating my thighs. — You're dripping wet. — Your fingers trace the back of my legs, where my moisture has run and it's almost torture.
— Please… — I beg, with my voice coming out in a hoarse tone that I've never heard it before, and suddenly I get another bite, this time right on the buttock. He sinks his teeth into me, the pointy canines I know he has, and then pulls them out.
The burning pain hits me almost like an electric shock and makes me raise my hips more towards him, opening myself up more. I know he drew blood from me again and his tongue licks it like an elixir.
My vagina pulses, oozing harder now that it has been inflicted on me.
pain. — I'm going to leave you all scarred. Every time a male looks at you, he will see the my teeth in you... — he says and before I can beg again, I feel the warmth of his tongue descending towards my intimacy, it even makes a noise because I am so wet, covered by the sticky liquid and now by his saliva too.
—Klaus! — I scream and feel him opening me with his hands like a
It's yours alone, so you can achieve everything you want.
With great skill, Persanes licks my clitoris, wrapping around it with his firm and supernatural tongue and pulling it lightly, he applies enough pressure to drive me crazy. I've never been sucked, I've never been naked for anyone, however, I'm still sure that no human man could give me that experience.
But as if he could read my thoughts, he stops focusing on that part and puts himself inside my vagina, sucking me, drinking me. Inch by inch he expands his tongue, stretching me to the maximum, testing my limits until he can only whimper and roll, asking for more.
In fact, I don't even know what's coming out of my mouth properly, because he keeps swirling his tongue around me and devouring me. My eyes roll back on their own and I shiver, feeling a kind of very strong whirlpool in the foot of my belly that makes my toes curl and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, until he does something that gives me no choice. besides enjoying.
Klaus touches my very sensitive foot with his big hands, massaging it well, as if he knew the kind of strange connection that my sole has with my intimacy. Until the massage becomes firmer in sync with his giant tongue licking my insides, going around and around, curling around himself, and it's too much for me.
I can't hold myself back and my face falls against the bed, only my ass is left in the air, upright, with my thighs spaced so that Klaus can continue sucking, regardless of my spasms and screams that come one after the other.
It's as if I could explode with so much pleasure, burning and fierce, even more so with his claws crawling across my skin, causing scratches. Then suddenly I feel something strange, an uncontrolled thin jet of liquid come out of my intimate area.
—Fuck yes! — swears and growls loudly, as if I were with an animal in the bedroom, and his hands push me further against the bed, forcing me to show him everything. My eyes close and another long jet comes out as I scream from the excess sensations and Klaus licks me on the outside now, drinking what I give him. — Yes, female, give me what is mine. All his orgasms are mine! You are mine, Karina!
I tremble desperately with the sensations overwhelming me, as it never stops stimulating my feet, my vagina, my skin. His tongue is too much for me.
He's too much for me.