Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

Fir's laughter echoed through the corridor as Isabella sprinted ahead.

"Isabella, slow down," he chuckled, but the thrill in his voice was evident.

"I can't wait any longer," she panted, skidding to a stop in front of him. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his, savoring the sweet taste of him like a rare delicacy.

Their tongues intertwined, a dance of passion and desire as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. For Isabella, there was nothing more intoxicating than the feel of Fir's lips against hers, and she reveled in the sensation as if it were a drug.

Fir's lust was ignited by her sudden, passionate kiss. He didn't hesitate for a moment, scooping her up into his strong arms and carrying her to a nearby sofa in the long corridor. As he laid her down, he was completely consumed by desire, his hands roaming hungrily over her body.

Isabella gasped as Fir began to undress her, pulling down the straps of her dress to reveal her soft, supple breasts. His fingers traced the curve of her flesh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. The air around them was charged with desires, and she felt as if she was on the brink of losing control.

With a low growl, Fir bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Isabella moaned with pleasure as he suckled at her breast. His other hand moved down to her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed and licked his way down her body.

Isabella's head was spinning with lust as Fir's lips trailed lower and lower. She couldn't believe that they were doing this in a public place, but in that moment, she didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of Fir's hands and mouth on her, and the fire that burned between them.

Isabella was a vampire, but unlike many others of her kind, she was quite conservative in her approach to life. She had been through a traumatic experience before, one that had left her wary of men, and as a result, she avoided them whenever possible. But there was something about Fir that she found irresistible, something that called to her on a deep level. Maybe he was the man that she had been looking for. The person who would remove her trauma.

He was very attractive, certainly, with a handsome, masculine appeal that made her heart race. But there was more to it than that - something in the way he moved, in the way he spoke, that made her want to let down her guard and open up to him.

Despite her reservations, she found herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She knew that she was playing with fire, that she was risking being hurt. But in that moment, all she could think about was the overwhelming need she felt for him, the longing that burned inside of her like a fierce, unquenchable flame.

As she gazed into his eyes, she knew that there was no turning back. She was lost to him, body and soul, and she could only hope that he would be gentle with her fragile heart.

She pushed his head towards her pristine pussy and whispered,

"Do I smell good enough to eat?." She asked with an embarrassed look.

Fir couldn't resist the temptation, and he eagerly obliged. But as he began to explore her with his tongue, he noticed that something was different. Her pussy tasted sweet, unlike any other he had ever encountered. And there was no scent, no muskiness, like the other women he had slept with.

Isabella couldn't help but giggle at Fir's reaction. His surprise was understandable, given the many myths and misconceptions that surrounded the world of vampires.

Contrary to popular belief, vampires did not sweat, so they didn't have any unpleasant body odor. And while their body temperature was indeed lower than that of humans, the difference was negligible.

"It tastes good right ?," she whispered, her eyes shining in the dim light.

Fir was taken aback, but he couldn't deny the intense attraction he felt towards her. He was fascinated by her.

"It's delicious," Fir murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. With ease, he continued to ravage her slit with his tongue, savoring the intoxicating taste of her. He held both of her legs up, positioning himself for a better view of her slick, glistening pussy.

She couldn't help but moan from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body. Every touch of his tongue sent shivers down her spine, and she writhed beneath him, lost in a sea of sensation.

His tongue moved with increasing urgency, exploring every inch of her hot, wet slit with a fierce hunger. His fingers joined in, tracing delicate circles around her swollen clit and pushing deep inside her with a force that left her gasping for breath.

Isabella's body writhed and bucked beneath his touch, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm.

"Fir!!!" She cried out his name, her voice raw with pleasure, as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, carrying her away to a place of pure, unbridled bliss.

pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ Finally she was ready for the next step.

As Fir unbuttoned his pants, Isabella couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. Her body was already wet with anticipation, ready for him to take her all the way.

He stood before her, his manhood fully erect and on full display. It was undoubtedly huge, around 8 inches , and the mere sight of it made Isabella's heart race with desire. She couldn't wait to feel him inside of her, to experience the full extent of his passion.

With a seductive grin, Isabella opened her legs, inviting him to take her. She could feel her body responding eagerly to his touch, yearning for the intense pleasure that only he could provide.

Fir wasted no time in positioning himself between her legs, ready to claim her as his own. The heat between them was intoxicating, a simmering intensity that threatened to consume them both.

But as Fir entered her, Isabella's body tensed, and a sharp pain shot through her. But it wasn't just physical pain that she was feeling; it was the memories of her past trauma that were resurfacing.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried to hold back her sobs.

"Don't worry about me, please continue," she forced herself to speak, her voice shaking. She felt embarrassed that her trauma resurfaced again.

But Fir was not an insensitive pervert. He stopped immediately and pulled out his manhood.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. It wasn't just Isabella's stunning beauty and alluring body that had drawn him to her - he was also deeply attracted to her captivating personality.