32. Bedtime Story Part 2 (Passion of Lily and the Vampire King)

                                    

                                          
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
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Kittys Perspective
I wake up in the middle of the night. Feeling dizzy from sleep I am confused at first. Its pitch black and I can't see a damn thing. I feel the warm bedsheets wrapped around my body. I am wearing nothing but my underwear. How did I even end up in bed? The last thing I remember is eating with Sylus on the kitchen countertop. My face feels hot as I remember all the events that took place in that kitchen. Being caught in the act by Luke was by far the worst of all. 
Then I feel a shift of weight on the mattress as someone moves beside me. "Are you awake, Kitten?" I can feel his hot breath on my neck behind me and my body grows tense. "Hey, what's wrong? I am not going to do anything to you... unless you ask nicely." Hearing his smirk in his voice I start to relax. 
I turn around to face Sylus who's lying next to me, I can see his red eyes glim in the dark, watching me. "Did you watch me sleep? Creepy." Suddenly, I feel his warm touch on my waist as he pulls me closer. "I was worried, so I could not leave you alone." He says with a serious tone. "Are you okay, Kitten?" 
His palm rests hot on my bare waist, his thumb softly rubbing against my sensitive skin. "I am just sleepy." I admit, but I feel the tiredness already dissolving with each passing second that Sylus keeps caressing my body. "But you can't sleep?" I hear him smile more than I can see it, even if my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness around us. I just nod, getting the feeling that Sylus might see better in the night than a normal human would. 
"So, enlighten me. What do you need to fall asleep again?" His voice is seductive, low and promising. I reminisce about the kitchen accident and by the thought of Sylus licking my blood, I remember Sylus's bedtime story of Lily and the vampire king, and I ask. "Can you tell me more about Lily and the vampire?"
Sylus chuckles at my request. He half sits in the bed and pulls me even closer under the bedsheets towards his body until I rest on his chest. His bare chest. Shit. God damn. He tugs my head below his chin, smelling my hair, while wrapping his arms around my upper body. "Sure, Kitten. Do you remember where we ended last time?"
I try to concentrate on something else than the feeling of his bare skin against my back, my arms, his hands on my belly, his heat seeping into my flesh. "Huh...? Lily was really tired after she lost her way in the woods and stumbled upon a cave where she met the vampire king. He offered her to sleep in his bed while protecting her." 
"Wow, you remembered everything, smart Kitten!" He sounds truly impressed, but I can't help it. His story got under my skin, and I really love his story telling ability. And somehow, the relationship of Lily and the vampire reminds me a lot of my own situation with Sylus. 
"What happened then?"
Sylus Perspective
I can't resist the urge to pull you as close as possible, seeking the warmth of your soft body against mine. Surprised that you remembered the bedtime story I told you more than a week ago, I can't suppress from praising you.
I collect myself, concentrate on the story of the brave princess that sleeps under the watch of the Vampire King while I enjoy the relaxing feeling of our snuggle. I gently stroke your hair, while I continue to tell the story.
"As Lily slept, the vampire king continued to watch over her, admiring her beauty. But as he watched her sleep, he had an idea, a naughty, naughty idea..."
"I guess we are getting to the spicy part of the story...?" I can hear your nervous giggling and feel your body vibrating under the resonance.
I can't help but chuckle at your sleepy, cheeky comment. I bite my lip a bit as I keep going. "Mmm... yes, it is getting quite spicy now, kitty... as the vampire king continued to watch over Lily, he began to feel a growing desire for her, a primal, animalistic desire..."