A Vampire Waits in Your Room (Steamy Curse of Strahd) - Part 2

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But that doesn't mean you can't feel my lips elsewhere. Ah, not so fast, please. Leaning forward, lips pursed, is that all you want? A kiss? I don't like taking small steps, mercenary.

I didn't conquer Barovia by being timid and moving a single piece one after another. Immortal as I may be, time is a bore when it passes slowly. Drop your pants.

Do you not want what I am offering? Would you rather I leave? No? Then drop your pants.

Hmm. Good. Step out of them now.

That's it. Up you go. Legs over my shoulders.

There. What a delicate, pretty little thing. And just as sweet as it looks.

Are you surprised at my strength? To pick you up so high, so fast, against the wall. Were you expecting me to drop to my knees? Just taste your precious little gunt.

I kneel to none. And expect all to kneel to me. Isn't that one of the many complaints those poor, prude peasants have? Would you really have preferred it that way? Simply standing.

Leaning back. Your feet growing tired. But not better.

Balanced precariously on my shoulders. How neither of us can move away from where my head rests. Inches from your needy fuckle.

Having the grip onto my head. Tangle your fingers in my hair. And just for support.

Feeling the thrill of a small height. And the greater one. Of your clit being sucked through a pair of fangs.

Don't just moan in response, girl. I expect answers when I ask questions. You do well to keep that in mind.

So I ask again. Is it not better this way? My way.

Let's start. But remember, soldier. You are speaking to royalty.

It is customary to use at least a simple form of title. Are you remembering your training oh so long ago? I will allow sir to work for now.

Good girl. Maybe there's room for you to be trained further yet. That doesn't sound so bad, does it? Not with my tongue.

Pushing between your folds. I wonder just how much I could say. And your only reply would be a moan or another yes.

Are you watching? I see your face. A mixture of neat confusion and pleasure.

Confusion perhaps because of the pleasure. Do I threaten too much? Does it make you pause? Then I won't.

I don't want your hesitation. Not now. Your enthusiastic cries.

And perhaps more desperate begs for something further. Is that something you could want? More.

More from me. More for your body. More for this needy, greedy, poor deprived little hole.

Does it ache? Even with my tongue crossing it back and forth I can see it on your face. It is not feeling that gap of carnal demand that has settled so deep within you.

Perhaps then instead you need just that. Something to properly fill this hole of yours. Deep.

Fully. To the brim. Beyond that.

Until you are tender. Shaking. And the ache that demands more is replaced by one that says you've had too much.

But only just so. Enough that you couldn't have more of me in the moment. But just enough that by the day you wish I was awaking just the same as you to come and feel that lust again.

You jerk your head. Agreeing so readily. But I see the heat in your eyes.

Do you even know what I'm asking? Shall I put it simply? I want to destroy your little cot.

So tell me. What do you need? No, don't just agree with me again.

Tell me. Speak it. Who are you speaking to? You've forgotten your formalities again.

Still sir, hmm? Very well. That is better than not.

We can work on titles over time. But for now then, I will let you down. I hope you can stand at least long enough to throw your body on the bed.

Though, if not of course, just ask. Correctly. And I can throw you on it instead.

What a good girl you are. Now, on your back. I will not breed you like some bitch.

Not tonight at least. Not until I've broken you in. In ways the human men could not.

Is that really how you would lie? Flat, sprawled as if you were more dead than I? How then? Spread your legs.

Further. And hold them back with your hands if you must. With a body like yours, do you not want to show off to me? Like a piece of art on display for me to consume wholly? Now for myself.

You look surprised. Is this not what you want? Why do you stare so? Didn't expect? What? Had you heard rumors of the undead? Did you think parts of my body no longer reacted to my thoughts? That I had lost abilities? The sensations that my cock would limply wait? I would ask if it pleases you to see those rumors wrong.

But I know the answer. I can see that hunger in your eyes. Just as your bare body waiting in the moonlight is the icing I need, so too is your lust at recognizing that I can and will still greedily rearrange your insides.

Dear precious mercenary, I have lost nothing in death. Do you see that now? Every breath, every inch of it has been a gift.

Don't you agree? Or do you need to feel it first? It is good to see you remembering formalities.

I suppose then I shouldn't wait if you are being so good to me. Ah, there we are. Ah, so warm and wet inside your little pussy.

It almost sates my urge for your throat. Ah, almost. I can sense the way your heart flutters each time I make that threat.

Though if it turns you on so fucking much, is it really a threat? Should it instead be a promise? Shall I give you another promise then? But when I'm done, I'll spill my seed deep in this tender fucking cunt of yours.

Is that something you'd want? Ah. Oh.

Ha ha ha ha. Oh. Ah.

Of course it is. Oh, the good fucking girl. Ah.

Ah. Ah, but that's two promises from me. And nothing in return from you.

Ah. Are you truly such a greedy whore? You can be, you know.

My whore. But don't be so greedy. Not to keep things from me.

Give me something then, yes? Oh. Oh, what could I want? This tender fuckhole of yours.

Again, of course. What else could I be wanting? But I am often jealous, mercenary.

Possessive. In case you weren't yet aware. So what I really want is for you to save it for me.

Save this cunt for me. No cock. No mouth.

No touch. Not even your own. Until I am here.

Filling it again. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Oh. Ah. Ah.

Not even to grab away at yourself. Late in the night. Ah.

Think about me all you want. Remember the feeling of my cock. Ah.

Ah. But hold your betraying fingers at bay. Ah.

Ah. Ah. I know it will be hard.

Ah. Ah. That is part of why I ask.

I want it to be. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Don't whine. I won't wait long.

One night. Perhaps two. I think the days are hard to track for me.

Ah. Ah. But I will come back for you.

Ah. And when I do, I will fulfill every disgusting little craving you have. Ah.

But until then, I want you to struggle with it. Ah. I want this cunt to ache.

Ah. I want it to throb. Ah.

I want you to bite your lip as you think of me. Ah. Ah.

Whiling this pretty little hungry hole. Ah. Ah.

Wishing I was fucking this cunt. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Fuck. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. You are giving yourself to me, are you not? Ah.

Whilingly. Ah. Desperately.

Ah. So be my whore. Ah.

Ah. Work yourself into insatiable heat over the next day or two. Ah.

Let it drive you mad. Feeling of cunt throb. Ah.

Grit your teeth. Remembering my tongue lapping a twitching clit. Sucking at it.

Letting it slide gently under my teeth. Ah. Ah.

Pinch your legs together when you think about how I will grip them. Pin them apart. The bruises from my fingers because you ask me to grab you all the harder.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Pushing my weight between them. Feeling this tight little breathing hole. Ah.

Ah. Ah. I want you to remember each fucking slam of my cock.

Ah. With the shameful, deplorable fucking smile that you feel you have to hide. Ah.

Ah. Or just to reveal the slut you are. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Because I want you to be one.

Ah. For me. Ah.

My slut. A slut for me. Ah.

Mine. Ah. An empty headed, lust ridden fuck slave.

Ah. All for myself. Ah.

Ah. If you'll admit to me this pleasure is worth chasing after. Ah.

Then I will give it to you. Ah. Happily.

Ah. Without hesitation. Ah.

Ah. That's not too much to ask is it? Ah.

Ah. No? Ah.

Then you agree. Ah. Ah.

This pretty little pussy of yours is mine until I am done with it next. Ah. No one.

No thing will give it the pleasure that you fucking need until I feel you a second time. Ah. Ah.

Say the words. Ah. Ah.

Ah. What a good fucking girl you are. Ah.