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Curse of the Cosmic Rose [ XNarrated x Voxla.Vixen]

The girl had only given in and made herself more submissive in hopes of getting a less rough treatment, which somewhat worked, since she was not as sore as she thought she would be at the hands of the monster of a cock buried inside her tight backside. She was very light, so adjusting her was hardly difficult at all, and with him holding her up slightly, she was not as uncomfortable as before, and slowly she tried to let herself relax and adjust, her ass seeming to be getting use to the intruding shaft spearing her thru, and he wasn't even fully inside her yet. When he asked her how her holes could be so tight, Dahlia could barely speak, but she managed it, "I've never... been taken... I was waiting..." She sobbed toward the end, recalling that she had been saving such a thing for a husband once she was wed. When he assured her that the change in position would help, she could hardly understand why that would be, but she figured she had nothing left to lose in trusting him a little. And when he mentioned relaxing and breathing, she seemed to recall that she was not breathing normally, and that alone seemed to help the girl a little, even as she was being filled by him.

Crying again, Dahlia found herself squirming an struggling when his hand came to rub at her clit, finding that she was still sore down there from the beating she had received, and when he rubbed at the tender little nub of nerves, her ass tightened even more around him and she screamed from the slight pain it brought to have herself tighten like that around the rock hard cock inside of her. If it had felt tight before, when she was tensed it was nearly impossible to move inside her without the sensation of having his cock nearly strangled from how scared and sensitive she was, her whimpers and tears coming again, although she blindfold caught the dears and began to make the fabric a dark green again. Against her will, her slit was sopping wet, providing the male with plenty of lube despite that it was not something she wanted, but at this point Dahlia was experiencing a sensory overload from everything going on, and hoped he would just finish with her so she could take a moment to recover, hoping that her agony was enough for their master at the moment.
 
Greysen could feel the pressure building, as his sack full of sperms were about explode, he contemplated where might he blow this huge load.

He had hoped by caressing her more, he might help the young girl, relax and release more endorphins, but seems he had the opposite effect, making her tense even more, the recoil she gave pushed his cock out her bung-hole *plop* his member came popping out, but her gaped open hole remained loosened up. A yellowish goo, oozed from her hole, dripped down to the floor and then he traced the fat tip of his cock around the edge of her pulverized pink ring, as the girls butt tried contracting back to its original tight, taught, button size.

“Mmmggghhhhuuuhh—fuck yes, I could pound that tight ass of yours for hours! Such a perfect little hole for fucking...” Greysen took a deep, gradual, lunge forward, cramming more cock inside her rear end, than might have been physically possible, the way her body responded was to release a pocket of air, making her rectum expand around her defiler’s massive member. The smell, quite possibly repulsive to someone, actually had an adverse affect on Greysen, something about the smell of vile musk and lust was intoxicating to him, the scent of carnal sex and lust wafting in his nose motivated his perverse desire to have her longer, even though it was obvious she had been almost completely broken already. Again, her passage heaved Greysen from inside her, pushing out his penis yet again, he smiled looking down at how gapped open she was, when his cock was forced out you could see inside her hole, the sticky, wet, pink mush, swollen and abused, oozing a mixture of jizz and anal fluids, he tongued her opening, prepping her hole for one final thrusting, this time as deep as he could go, he would piledrive her ass wirh cock,

Avamon chimed in, while getting his own cock glazed by the new whores, “This is fun, almost like a game, how much cock can young Dahlia take before she explodes, but this time I want you to cum inside her!”

Greysen replied “Yes, Master—as you please!”
Sliding his cock along her slippery wet passage, for some extra lubrication, Greysen slapped and slide
his meat against Dahlias virgin sex, she was shockingly wet in his opinion, not even just the normal amount one might usually become during forced sexual encounters, he wondered was she in some twisted way, actually enjoying this?

“Breath—“ he whispered, “breath and prepare yourself, this time will be the finale...” The tip of his penis punctured her perky plump little poop hole once again, this time without much resistance, he immediately started humping her with deep thrust, moaning and groaning in the process.

“Uuuuggghhhh mmmm Yeah, that’s right, take all this dick you...wh-”

Just before he finished, he caught himself mid sentence about to degrade her further with dirty talk, but decided maybe not now, after all that had transpired, a more nicer approach might help ease her suffering; even if only a little.

“Wh- Wholesome...little....flow-flower maiden, uggghh” He felt so stupid but what did it really matter, her ass also felt so good, but no one felt worst than her.

After some furious pounding, slamming his hips against her ass, clapping her butt cheeks together, the sound of flesh-on-flesh resonated inside the chamber as Greysen reached his climax.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, keep giving me that precious pink fuck hole, I cant wait to cum all inside your body, its so warm an wet, Fuuuuuuck Yes Im cuming Dahlia, Ugggghh” He yanked back a handful of her locs in a firm grasp, and spanked her backside in sync with his strokes going so deep with his very last thrust, more than half of him was insiders her and then instantly he came a mega load creaming the walls of her anal cavity like a homemade pastry, gobs of gooey, thick, milky, streams of his sperm sprayed her innards, coating her rectum with his seed. So much sperm it seeped from inside her out through the slither of space between her newly stretched open guppy mouth of a butt hole, and his massive cock! Even after a few moments of ejaculating inside her, his penis was still rock hard, and still spewing. His leg shook and his breath was beat, as the literal energy of life drained from his body and flowed into hers.

“Well its a bout damn time, one of my
favorite desserts is served finally served “ with a menacing grin he exclaimed getting out from his throne leading another one of his play things toward Dahlia’s limp lying body “Cream Pie! Isn’t it just scrumptious Pet, would you like to savor Sir Greysen’s Cream Pie, its fresh!?” He mocked with laughter “How about any of you sick fuckers, huh want to taste,!?” he handled Greysen’s massive cock in hand wiggles it and more gobs of cum flung about as Avamon jokingly asserted, questioning his attendees and their whores. Dahlia had finally been allowed to rest. Greysen grabbed the chain, lowered her body to the ground, then undid the restraints around her neck and wrists; she collapsed to the floor almost lifeless. Greysen stood over her, next to his Master, still mostly erect, dripping sweat, and breathing heavy...”What next master, may we be relieved of our duties? Shall I escort them to the concubine quarters? Maybe tend to her wounds...?”
 
Inside her, Dahlia could feel the loyal male’s cock pulsing inside her backside, her body already in agony about to now be filled by him for the enjoyment of anyone watching. She had almost forgotten that there were others around, despite their noises, ranging from soft sucking and slurping to the loud cries of girls have a much better time that her, but none of it had been noticed by Dahlia. She was in her own little slice of hell where someone who at least seemed to be kind and wanted to be gentle with her for this, had no choice but to obey their master and do unspeakable things to a complete stranger that once praised for how her body looked, was now being humiliated, and insulted for her ‘deformity’ despite that she was in every way physically possibly, perfect for their master.

The feeling of her ass shoving the man’s massive shaft out of her was a relief, but she knew it wouldn’t last long, and she was right, it was not too long after Sir Greysen complimented her ass and obviously loving it, that he put the massive thing back inside her. Dahlia screamed and writhed from the feeling of him entering her again, shaking her head, knowing what was going to happen all too well, she could feel it in the way that his cock seemed to swell, wanting to fill the helpless young woman with his seed.

Greysen was not the only one enjoying the show, their master, while being pleasured by his other women, had never taken his eyes off of them, and just stared at the scene before them with perverse satisfaction that the little female was in agony, and how beautiful she looked when she was in pain, but he would never admit such a thing, not with her present anyway.

Dahlia listened to Greysen, his advice to breath reminding her that she did need to do so between her cries and screams. After taking a few large gulps of air, trying to ready herself for this to be finished she could hear him talking again, plunging back into her ass again, after having her tight body push him out. This time she heard him nearly call her a ‘whore’ but then he changed it, to something much more pleasant, and for a moment her heart seemed to lighten and become that much more attached to Greysen for still trying to be kind to her. The gripping of her hair had although briefly, made the girl slightly wet, but with everything happening, it would have been hard to tell what had caused the dampness just outside her virgin slit.

Then he came, a hot flood of seed into her ass making the poor girl shiver and struggled in the chains, feeling the man unload into her like nothing she had ever experienced before, but she knew it would happen again, she was certain this was not going to be the last time she had been put thru something like this given their master’s ‘love’ of her.

Finally it was over and Dahlia hung there in the stocks motionless, tears still streaming for her covered eyes, making the blindfold damp again once more. After yet another string of insults left their master’s mouth about the poor woman she could finally feel herself being brought down and allowed to lay on the floor, her body feeling so weak and just wanting to give out. Hearing Greysen’s questions, Dahlia wanted to beg and plead to be left alone, to be taken to get healed, she wanted to speak up and ask him to leave her be for the night so she could recover, but she feared speaking up and asking, since it seemed any time she spoke, the man became enraged with her. So she stayed silent and let Greysen ask for her, thankful that he was kind enough to consider her when asking. Letting him ask, the broken girl lay on the ground, her body curling up a little to try and comfort herself, her movements slow from her body aching too much to want to move, and had it not been for the soft sobbing still coming from here, some might have thought she had passed out. All she could do was wait for the answer from their master, wondering what he would choose, since she still had not been seen by the Diviner, to see what there was to this girl, would he allow her to rest, or in her pathetic state, send her to get inspected by the diviners? She was hoping she would get to rest, but again it was up to her new owner.
 
After Greysen came, his pounding headache was almost miraculously alleviated, like all the pressure built up in his brain was released the moment his cum found release inside her. Avamon guided his girls to all take turns one by one, licking Dahlia ass clean, not missing one drop of cum, then they were
forced to clean Greysen’s cock as well.

After the procession of girls on clean up duty were lead around and out the chamber by their new handlers, only Dahlia, Greysen, and the Human Boot-Rag girl were left in his presence.

“Sir Greysen, take this one and leave me alone with her for a moment—“ Avamon instructed, so the two took their leave and left just them.

“Not bad for your first time, it takes a special whore to get Greysen’s best shot and live to tell the tale!” He smacked her on the ass! “Well done, you make a good cum receptacle, do you know that?” He grabbed her face, “I am your Master however, not Greysen, so unless you can make ME CUM you haven’t officially done your job, do you understand, BITCH unless you can please ME you are utterly worthless! Now open you filth-hole and suck this cock pig!”

Avamon attempted to use her once again, rubbing his meat on her lip, still erect from before, the Master had impeccable stamina to maintain his erect cock for hours! Not to mention it wasn’t too shabby either, length wise, the girth was fine, but nothing like Greysen’s. However when he pressed his penis to her mouth suddenly his member began to go flaccid! Just as Greysen suspected, and he feared, there was something about her that had a strange effect on him! “What the devil is going on here!” He stroked and stroked, even stuffed her mouth with his penis, and swore he’d beat her if she didn’t suck—But no amount of sucking worked, or him stroking himself, he attempted to even just press his cock into her already gapped open ass-cunt but still after giving several pumps nothing happened! “WHAT THE FUUUUCK!” he vehemently protested resulting in Greysen storming back into the chamber concerned for his safety! But by the time he could see what was happening all Greysen laid eyes on was Master Avamon kicking her in the stomach. “Stupid whore! Once I find out what’s wrong with you, I can be done with you, the Diviners will tell me what to do,” he spat “ Sir Greysen take her to the Magi for mending, then I want you to take her back to the Coven House with the other, after dropping this one off first, the boot slave! Also send a raven to the Diviners in the South, inform The Divine Ones, that in three days we shall make a journey to see them! I want to get this over with...” Avamon stomped his heavy leather boots out the passageway cursing Dahlia as he strode.

Greysen scooped her up and went about his way instructing the other girl to follow him.

Now that she was finally allowed to rest, he didn’t really trust her care to the Magi, who were often just as horny and perverse as their Master, if not worst. So instead her decided to take her to a Nurses in the Wives quarters, were he hoped they would take better care of her, all of them being much older ladies, sweet and nurturing to the young girls like granddaughters. But then He imagined that might cause trouble too with the wives, and instead took her to his chamber, and sent for one particular Nurse he knew could be trusted and waited for her to arrive...

In the mean time, he laid Dahlia in some hot water, with soothing oils and healing potions mixed into the bath, the same treatment he used when returning from batter. He let her soak, and gently pet her head. “I would never have imagined this happening...All because of these...” Greysen undid the evergreen cloth tied about her eyes, she was finally free to set sight on the beautiful castle around her. Dimly lit candle lighting surrounding them about the floor over 50 candles it seemed making a circle around the two. She soaked in the tub, and he sat beside her, on a stool. Then a knock came at his door...”Nurse Dreena I hope...” he turned and went to see
 
Things could have been worse, and Dahlia knew it, he was simply having the other women clean her and Greysen up, instead of harming her more. Getting a few minutes to gather herself and let her poor body rest she was soon hearing words that would cause her heart to nearly stop in her chest. He wanted her alone. She was terrified of such a thing, knowing how much he ‘liked’ her, she wasn’t sure he was going to let her leave this room alive without Greysen keeping him from killing the small female.

Hearing everyone leave, Dahlia was trembling on the floor, moving her aching body into a bow that strained and made the wounds on her back hurt more, but it was all in hopes that he would not hurt her further.

When he spoke, she could feel her stomach revolt at the fact that this man was her master, but she did not protest to what he said, simply keeping her head down until he said that she was to make HIM cum. Getting herself up and onto her hands, Dahlia tried her best, taking what had started as a hard cock into her mouth, only for it to go limp the moment it passed her split and puffy lips. She tried her best to suck and get him hard again, working it herself to try and appease him, but it was not working, nothing she did worked, and as long as he was touching her, he didn’t get hard. Hearing his anger raging at her, Dahlia bowed back down, “I’m sorry Master, I don’t know why this is happening… I… It didn’t happen earlier…” She of course was referring to Greysen when he had shoved his cock down her throat and nearly choked her out on it. But then came the kick to her body and she tried her best to curl up and protect her stomach, feeling bile and blood coming up as she lay there taking the kick as best she could with a scream of pain.

Not long after declaring what he wanted done, Dahlia and Greysen were left alone in the room for a moment and she could feel him picking her up in his arms, her whole body shaking like she was freezing cold. Feeling herself in his arms, for a moment Dahlia leaned her head into Greysen’s chest, affectionately, “Thank you for being kind to me. I makes this a little easier,” She said softly, letting herself relax in his arms while she was taken back to what she thought was suppose to be the Magi, but it certainly didn’t seem to be since Dahlia and Greysen were alone from what she could hear.

Entering his room, she didn’t really speak, not knowing where she was or who was around to listen.

Once placed in the bath, the little flower girl did hiss in pain slightly from how raw her body was, and the minor cuts all over it that the healing potion in the water treated right away, making her skin look almost flawless again, although the internal damage was still there. Hearing Greysen, Dahlia was surprised by his words, and worried someone might get angry if they heard his words, but feeling him bringing his hands up to untie the cloth, she flinched slightly, and seemed to pause, “Y-You won’t get in trouble… for doing that… will you?” She asked, and even now she was more concerned with him getting hurt because of her than she was scared of what might happen to herself. But she allowed him to remove the blindfold and blinked her very puffy eyes, the redness from the crying still present, but he could now see her eyes, one was a pale icy blue, and the other a light purple, almost the color of lilacs.

Glancing away, Dahlia tried to avert her eyes, “You can put the blindfold back on if my eyes offend you.” She said softly, although she was also getting a look at the room she was in, expecting this would be one of the few times that she would ever be allowed to see if Avamon had anything to say about it. Hearing at the knock at the door, Dahlia jumped a little, knowing it might have been the healer, but she worried it might have been someone else that would have outed her as having the blindfold off.

The woman at the door was as he suspected, an older nurse, as most of them were. But this woman was in her twilight years, even shorter than Dahlia, but mostly because her body was hunched over her cane as she hobbled in, her old face already looking in the direction of Dahlia. “Ah… is this the one? She has the castle in a state of gossip. The master hasn’t behaved like this before so soon with a girl. It usually takes time before he treats one as he has treated her. Weeks even. She must be rather special to catch his eye this quickly. And to let you have her no less. He has never done that before, not with a new one.” She said as she began to hobbled over to Dahlia, “Well… lets see the damage.” She said as she approached the girl, and as Dahlia tried to get up, the old woman shook her head and using her cane, gently pushed her back down to lay in the water. “I can look at you in the bath, it’ll do you more good than getting up will.” She said as her hands began exploring the girl and she gave a ‘tsk’ at some of the areas on Dahlia, mainly around her abdomen where she had been kicked and she began treating the fragile looking young woman while letting her relax in the bathtub until she needed better access to the girl and looked to Greysen, "Lay her on her belly on your bed so I can look at her back." She said as she began hobbling over to the bed.
 
The old hobbled woman, with the hunched back palpated Dahlia all over, making sounds• that he assumed graded the severity her wounds, assessing the work that lied ahead.

She had claimed the girl his, like some tournament trophy, or common cabin whore, which sounded strange at first, but the thought of it seemed entertaining enough, seeing as Greysen was always horny these days, and magically bound to never pleasure himself, the powerful knight’s two testicles were always swollen with semen, making him full of energy but always on edge, and teeming with aggressiveness. His thoughts ran wild a bit, imaging himself ravaging her yet again, but duty brought him back to reality.

Water splashed about gently when the old hag pressed against the girls body; bloody was the waters now that had been so clear just before, however the potions had done the job clotting her stopping blood as it seeped into the fresh open wounds, the oils also had a numbing effect to help , soothing her pain.

At her request Greysen reached in the tub to
scoop Dahlia yet again into his arms, rolling his eyes a bit, he shook his head—“Don’t thank me again, it’s annoying, your too damn nice Dahlia, you will never
survive this place with such an attitude...I raped you at my Master’s request, most women in your place defiantly resist any hell from me at all; you on the other hand” shaking his head, “Have some how seemed to take a liking to me, which d—“

“Oh hush you big oaf!” The old lady bopped Greysen on the back of he head with her cane, “You dont know jack shit meat head, unlike monsters like you, women are complicated, sweet, creatures, clearly she is vulnerable and has responded to your help, by submitting to you—but you are too dumb to understand because your brain can only process one thought stab it with a sword be a blade of steel or flesh, just lay her down like so—“

Greysen flenched a bit from being smacked across the skull, but the tangled of thick hair minimized the
effectiveness of her blow. Once on her belly the old woman made her way toward the back wall where a table stood, many different medical tools were laid out. Above, on shelves were more ointments, powders, bandages, and elixirs. To her left a chest, wooden with rusty bronze latches to keep it shut! “Here numbskull, apply this ointment to her body, rub it in the wounds carefully, and then I can
stitch her up!” Spotted, withered fingers that shook as she reached out the ceramic vessel, bone clearly distinguishable under sunken, wrinkled, flesh, with crooked fingertips, and fingernails that were long, uneven, and chipped as if no one had tended to them in a while.

“Once you are done I’ll wrap her in Tannah Leaf whicj will activate the healing properties of the ointment, and assist the special sill thread close the wounds quickly as possible. She had been fixing Lord Avamon’s broken toys for over 60 years, and had the perfected the process, making sure they were back in proper playing conditions in no time—poor girls

The ointment was cold but Greysen’s hands were warm, as he started to carefully caress her body with the opaque cream taking precautions not to cause further harm; Beginning with her shoulders and back, firm masculine hands massaged her entire body with tenderness working the cream into her cuts, and grooves of her body, the feel of her soft skin underneath his hands had a sensual effect to the whole process, as he moved downward, The old hag lifted a brow

“Being very very thorough I see—“ making note of the way he slowly and sensually massaged her butt cheeks in his palms
 
Dahlia gave a weak smile as he told her to stop thanking him, and shook her head, “So long as you keep being kind to me, and attempting to help me, I will continue saying my thanks and explain that I don’t blame you for our master ordering you to do things to me. Even if you do enjoy yourself a bit.” She said, hinting that she knew he had enjoyed some of what he had been forced to do, but it was good that at least one of them could enjoy what had happened.

Seeing the old woman give Greysen an earful, Dahlia laughed softly, before wincing from the pain of it, but it was nice to see the girl giggling and smile briefly. It seemed to not only surprise Greysen how sweet and kind she was, but also the old woman as she seemed stunned that the girl could still manage a smile, had the master knocked her around a little too much the hag wondered to herself before going to the girl on the bed.

Laying on the bed was nice, and after having lived in a small town, sleeping on straw mats, it was a nice change. Then there was the feeling of him touching her body, and despite her injuries, he was very careful with where he touched. It felt nice to have the ointment on her body, and his hands making it warm was even better. It would seem that the old hag was not so old that she had lost her wit or perception as she commented on his very thorough massaging of her backside, and Dahlia glanced over to the old woman, “That was the area that probably was treated the most brutally.” She pointed out.

Chuckling a little, the old lady glanced to Greysen, “Hm… I have known his tastes a while too. He just has a fascination with shapely rears, and I can’t deny you have one dear.” She said, although she was clearly teasing Greysen.

The old woman, despite being decrepit, was rather quick and skillful at applying the Tannah Leaf, and before too long, Dahlia was as good as she was going to get for her recovery and just needed a little while to let the healing take hold. “So… Do you intend to keep her in here until she’s healed? Or will she be going back to the room for his new concubines?” She asked, since the women were often split into groups, there were the wives who were on top, only about three or four of them that were just as cruel as the master, and so they managed to avoid his wrath by helping him to “play” with other girls for his enjoyment. Then there were the ones in the middle, the ones that were either use to it, or liked what was done because they were so broken, then there were the new ones that he liked. The last ones were ones like the girl who had soiled his boot when she arrived, she was usually the lowest on the totem pole, but that was questionable seeing as how the master seemed to have a real “fondness” for Dahlia. He had never treated a girl like he had treated her in the first day, normally it would take a week before they were subjected to things as she had been, and already she was having her senses deprived by her eyes being almost constantly covered.

The other difference between the women was their rooms. Most of the wives, at least the High and Mid ones had their own rooms, ranging from the Head Wife’s room which was massive, to “smaller” rooms for the middle ones, but even those rooms were larger than her own small house she had been taken from on her farm. The concubines who did not fall into that category were instead all put in the same room together to share many blankets, pillows, and usually locked in. Technically Dahlia would have been above them, but below the mid, so she would have been given the smallest, albeit still large in her mind, room.
 
Greysen pondered, lungs filling up slowly rising his sculpted chest, until they would be filled no more, and exhale with a deep sigh

“You know better than eye perhaps, especially when it pertains to these women just how catty and terrorizing they can be, especially when fresh meat arrives, they will not hesitate to bare fangs and claw...” He never allowed his gaze to wonder from her, lying there wrapped neck to heel in a slimy, purple leaf, with red veins, renowned for its potent healing properties, Tannah is able to even heal broken bones, making it an absolute necessity for Lord Avamon to keep handy.

“I dont trust them with her, especially not in this
condition, they would probably tear the leaf right off her body and beat her some more—“ Greysen pinched the bridge of his nose and gave his head a side to side shake. “ It will just as likely cause ruckus even if I keep her hidden here for a few days, but nonetheless, It’s in her best interest. Thank you for all your hard work, I know those old bones dont get around as good as they use to.”

He saw her out the door, then shut the wooden door as the old iron hinges creaked with noise. Greysen returned to sit beside her on the bed, “You should see yourself Hahaha you look like a human slug,” he tapped a finger along the Tannah leaf, the slimy surface was a bit repulsive, and the smell was hard on his senses, but thankfully she would be healed in a day or two... “Unlike a slug however, is the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdom...” he reached around to the head piece and undid the tie, allowing his eyes to passionately locked into her gaze, once again. “Once your body as supped all the nutrients from the leaf, its texture will become dry and break away, that’s how you know you are healed, until then You shall be my captive, only a few days hope he grimaced “Lord Avamon’s wives will not like that I gave you special treatment, but its best you take them on at full strength rather than than an already half beaten dog...” he brushed a messy lock of hair to the right of her face and patter her cheek “...Curse Lord Avamon for ever locking these beautiful eyes away, what a sad bitter man...”

“Are you hungry, Dahlia?
 
Dahlia listened and to the two talk with one another, and smiled at the old hag and the way she gave Greysen her mind. Chuckling softly, she tried to not laugh too hard, not wanting to be any more sore than she already was. But then the old woman headed out, and the poor little female was now covered in some nasty leaves and such, supposedly to heal her body, thankfully her sense of smell was not as strong as Greysen, or even other vampires like the Master's other wives who were all eventually changed at some point, although Dahlia didn't know that.

Hearing him call her a human slug, she rolled her eyes a little, "Mm-hm, yet you are still being a flirt." She pointed out with a small smile. At the mention of her being the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, Dahlia blushed, and slowly shook her head, "I'm sure his other wives are much prettier," Dahlia had heard of the wives the Master had, and that each was a beauty in one way or another, and vampirism only made them that much more beautiful, and changing them would preserve their beauty forever. Feeling his hand brush over her hair, then toucing her cheek, she leaned her head into his hand gently, "Being your captive for a few days doesn't sound like such a bad thing." She admitted, her eyes following Greysen since he liked them so much, and it was her first time getting to see her surroundings, although it was just his room, and she suspected that it would be one of the only times she would be allowed to look around before she was made to wear the blindfold again, not realizing that the Master was already working on a more... fashionable... blindfold for the girl, and one that could be locked into place.

The question about being hungry had not occurred to Dahlia, but when he asked, she realized that she had not eaten in a little while, "Yes, I'm quite hungry actually." She said softly. "And I'm not sure why, but I think the master hates me because he can't get hard when he tried using my mouth earlier. He was hard, but went soft within moments." She explained with a frown, "I am not sure what he is going to do with me, but as long as I can be treated by you, I think I can manage." She said, not knowing the master probably had every intention of making her a vampire to make her more durable, and able to take more abuse.
 
Greysen snorted at her quips, scrunching his nose a bit when she poked fun at him for being attracted to a giant human-faced slug!

“Helpless as you are, so you really think it wise to poke fun at me....hmmm? Really, I can return any embarrassment you dole to me 10 fold Dahlia!”
He smirked with a raised brow! Then he leaned in close, like seriously invading her personal space, crawling onto the bed he hunched over her, hands to either side.

“Sure you may look like a disgusting slug in the body for now, and the scent to accompany one too, but thats the amazing thing about my sensory receptors, especially during the Blood Moon, I can hone in on specific scents at will, and block others from my smell!”

He was almost in a push up position as he hovered over her body, sniffing her hair at first, then her neck, pausing for a moment there to deliver a wet, passionate, peck at her jugular, sucking her skin so roughly that she was left marked with a red splotchy print! He continued, to sniff at her arm pits, then her breast, and her stomach, making his way slowly to her treasured place

“It takes a few moments to block out a smell like the Tannah leaf, but with the proper focus, and the right amount of...motivation, its a simple task for me to zero my senses in on one scent.... Y O U R S!” Greysen whipped back his head, long brown and black locks of his hair flung into place out of his face, he stared at Dahlia! I could never forget this heavenly smell for as long as I live, you can’t possibly imagine the kind of spell you placed over me—“ If the girl had only known, the powerful magic coursing in her fertile womb, the blood of the her tiny little veins, it was emanating from her body, the Curse of the Blood Moon; it had an intoxicating effect, driving Greysen mad with lust, but it wasn’t just a primal yearning to breed, there was a burning desire to protect and comfort her. Pressing his nose into her crotch, Greysen took a great big whiff, rubbing her pussy, smearing the slime on his face, but he didn’t care, it was nothing compared to the euphoria of inhaling her scent.

“Lord Avamon is an egotistical fool, who refused to acknowledge the significance of the Blood Moon...” He took several breaths into her loins, and when he arose the tip of his nose was dripping wet, Greysen slide a finger across the edge of his snout “You have no idea, what lies in store for you, now, that you have been...Marked” with the same finger, Greysen wiped the slimy residue onto her cheek.

Popping of the bed, Greysen stood up, fighting the urge to ravage her again, evident by the way his pants poker out; but he must let her heal. “I will fetch some super for you, and something to drink, when I return I will make sure you are fed, dont worry, Ill lock the door behind me, and only I have the key; so don’t worry about me leaving you with the blindfold off. I shall return shortly...”
 
Giggling slightly, Dahlia watched as he soon towered over her, crawling over her and commented embarrassing her, which only seemed to encourage her a little, “Hm? So you’re embarrassed being attracted to me?” She asked, using his words slightly. “That’s alright, I am sure you will get plenty of chances to embarrass me, so it’s best that I try and get some joy out of someone who will not get offended by me having a little fun.” She said with a smile up at him before he began to nose around, which she imagined must have been unpleasant to a certain point with his face covered in the disgusting stuff. But his sense of smell could still identify her in all of it, which was rather impressive although she did give a whimper of discomfort at having him pressing near her lower region. Her virginity had not been taken yet, however, she had still received quite a beating there and it was tender.

Hearing his comment about her not knowing what was in store for her, she frowned a little, and looked confused, as well as worried, “What-“ But before she could ask him, he got up to get her food, which did sound like a good idea, and she smiled a little, letting herself relax on the bed, and actually doze off despite the disgusting leaves all over her body.

She fell asleep only until the door opened again, and she glanced in that direction, trying to not move too much otherwise the leaves would make more of a mess. Seeing him enter, she remembered what she had wanted to ask him, although her stomach was giving small complaints about wanting some food. “What do you mean? I’ve been Marked? What does that entail?” She asked, knowing she might not like it, but she figured it would be better to know what was going to come, instead of it being a surprise.
 
Greysen walked back into the room with a trey, on it some bread, a bowl of soup, and a healthy mound of meat pie, dressed with herbs, lemon, and a yellow sauce on top, a bottle underneath his arm, probably of ale or fine wine, and shut the door behind him. The contents rattled about on metal trey, as he stepped, she wiggled a bit in an attempt to sit up but paused before making a mess. Instead he took hold of the girl who was light ad a feather to him, and propped her up, so he might better feed Dahlia and not spill anything. Surprisingly, the Tannah leaf had already begun to dry, slightly, meaning her body was efficiently absorbing its healing properties. An even clearer sign she was in fact who he presumed Dahlia to be...

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you wish to know more, but even I dont know it all, but I suppose I can tell you what I do know and what I’ve heard...” grabbing the loaf he shoved it towards her face, “but first eat some, Open your mouth, I will feed you...” as she obeyed his commands, Greysen feed her bread, and alternated with spoonfuls of soup, a trickledown her chin every now and then, and about half way through the bowl he started to speak

“Your scent is like anything I’ve ever smelled, but I have heard stories, legends, and even read them myself of a maiden, who is blessed with a curse—A rare bloodline dating back ages, of a forbidden house that was said to be extinct, and the powerful energy that this blood possessed...I can’t tell you how I know that Dahlia, because then my own life might be at risk, but there is another part of this legendary prophecy, about a special moon that is said to occur once every so many generations, and the Elders have already confirmed, the patterns in nature have reoccured that point to its arrival again....”

pausing for a breadth, Greysen placed the spoon in the bowl with a clink, and forked a sizable helping of meat pie up to her mouth

“...keep eating, even if you are stuffed, it will aid your recovery....” a bit fell from the fork and landed in het crotch, he took a finger and scooped it up, purposely dragging his digit along the crease of her twat, he took any opportunity to violate her he could, for he felt like he already owned her...

“...I can already feel the affects of the coming blood moon on me, which unbeknownst to Lord Avamon has awakened something inside me even I don’t yet fully understand, but the moment I laid eyes on you, and tasted your scent, I was drawn to you, and the moment I entered you the pain in my head started to subside. If my assumption is correct, by sharing a physical bond with you, so near to the bloodmoon, you and I have become—Bonded, thus marking you as MINE, meaning mate. At the official start of the bloodmoon you will also start to undergo some more physical and psychological changes, due to the effects of the bloodmoon....” He averted his eyes and took a sigh of release, as he was beginning to feel this urge to ravage her again, and legend says partaking in the ritual sex by taking her virginity, before the moon will throw off their synchronization with the cosmic energy and could actually be deadly to them both...

“So, Dahlia, that is all I know...”
 
Dahlia had dozed off for only a second before Greysen came back in with the food. Her eyes resting on him and a small smile came to her lips as he helped her to sit up enough so she could eat. “You know, if you keep being nice to me like this, I’m going to have to keep thanking you.” She teased a little before he explained that he would tell her about the prophecy, but only after she had gotten started eating. Nodding her head just a little bit, she watched as he offered the bread and she carefully took a bite, trying her best to not make a mess, but she was not used to someone else feeding her, so it was unusual to say the least.

Listening to the parts that he knew, Dahlia wasn’t quite sure what to think of everything. Sure she was different, and looked very different from the others in the palace, but could she really be this person? Maybe Greysen was just overreacting? But she couldn’t be sure. Feeling his hand slide between her legs, Dahlia whimpered and glared at him with an accusatory look before taking another bite until she felt full. She took a few more bites after that but eventually she turned away any more food offered, explaining that she felt like she would vomit if she ate any more food.

Once done with telling her about the prophecy, Dahlia had little choice but to sit there and think about it. “Where could we find out more about this prophecy? Just the Diviners? Or could you read more into it, as long as it doesn’t get you into trouble?” She asked, wanting to know a little more since it seemed to be missing a few things, and lacking in what else it all meant. “You mentioned a pain in your head? What was causing it?” She asked, although also baffled at why him entering her would make it go away.

The remainder of the night was mostly spent talking, and occasionally getting groped, or fondled by Greysen gently, such as adjusting her on the bed he would make sure to get a nice hand full of her ass, or other regions.

It was not until the day they would visit the Diviners that Dahlia was back to normal, her body pristine, and slowly she got out of the bed and those horrible leaves and began to wash herself now that she could move, her body feeling stiff, so having a hot bath ready with some oils for relaxing her body was just what she needed to get her body back to be in its limber shape. She washed slowly and carefully, making sure to get every inch of herself so that none of the leaves sustenance was left on her, and by the time she was finished she looked beautiful. Drying off and brushing her long wine red hair, Dahlia made her way over to Greysen, and sat on the bed next to him, “I am supposed to be blindfolded still, and I suspect I won’t be given clothing not with how much the Master “loves” me.” She said as she held the evergreen blindfold in her hand and held it out to him to put on her, not realizing that a collar and special blindfold just for her was made, and waiting for the poor flower girl. For once Greysen was getting to see all of her, in her unharmed, beauty, her blue and lilac eyes, hair and pale skin all visible for now.
 
As the day broke, and bright sun rays beam through the stain glass window, light landed on his shut lids, disrupting his sleep; and as he awoke the most beautiful vision arrested his sight. There was Dahlia in all her naked glory, a perfectly specimen of allure and femininity! A sudden stirring began to invigorate Greysen with desire, as his eyes watch like a predator stalking its prey, wanting to pounce on her right then and there; but he took caution—however the pain in his head had slowly began to crawl from the base of his neck, to the innermost section of his cerebellum!

But why? Greysen pondered, it was on his mind ever since Dahlia had proposed the same query last night, or was it this morning, time blended when he was with her; like a good summer wine from two separate vines, to create something truly worth savoring. Was it merely a primal urge, some kind of innate force that compelled him to breed or suffer terribly, the consecration! Sometimes it was so splitting the headaches, he imagined it would make his head explode if he did nothing to alleviate it!

A scent of blood swarmed about the room, her mark of womanhood, yet another sign of the Bloodmoon, he presumed, but how—Instinct possibly, but before encountering Dahlia, it had never crossed his mind, what really happens to a woman body, or woman at’all really, he was a working dog, Avamon would say, not a champion breeder, truthfully he never bedded many woman his year; for his Master of the Forge always advised Greysen to be leery of wasting his precious energy force on wenches and brothels, it would best be utilized in service to the Lord and Land, and a man is only as strong as his will! And the will to abstain from earthly desires was the strongest will of them all. And to this day he never lost a battle, not evem came close; Master of Forge would say it’s because he hardly came at all!

Speaking softly to himself, he muttered, “Silly old fool,” Greysen chuckled silently to himself at the ole man’s dirty joke “...Looks like ill be making up for lost time ya dead geezer!” Until she was finished, Greysen’s eyes never looked away from her flawless figure, even after as she say beside him his gaze lingered as they locked eyes...catching s breath, the moment sweet as it was, became tainted by the severe pounding in his skull, it caused him to lose his composure a bit. A sweat bead broke out onto his brow, Greysen clutching Dahlia’s thigh for support as he hunched over a bit, a terrifying look overwhelmed his face, as Greysen’s nails started to dig into her skin making little dimples were his claws pressed in...he took a careful, deep inhale.....

”It happening—Again...The pain!” before she could really respond, Greysen leaned into her lips, with a kiss! As they locked lips and tongue his body started to move, almost instinctively, taking a the higher ground, so to speak, until she was underneath him, naked and so perfect
 
The way he looked at her did not go unnoticed, and she never tried to hide herself from his gaze. He was the one good thing to come out of this all, and so to let him see her like this, not hiding her nude form was the least she could do for him. Of course, she had not been taken the night she was brought here, technically her virginity intact still even as she body clearly stated she was a woman, not a girl. Making it over to him, she let him gaze into her eyes for however long it took to make him content. She was about to say something when he mentioned his headache, and a slight hint of fear filled her eyes, worry for him crossing her lovely face. She had opened her mouth to speak again, but this time he had his lips on hers and his tongue in her open mouth. There was only a moment of her giving a small surprised whimper, but that was all. The moment he began moving her body, she submitted, and let herself be under him, not feeling frightened, she knew somehow that she would be alright, and he was meant to be above her, in control. Her own arms wrapped around his shoulders and ran her hands over his hair, finally getting to touch him for the first time, her hands exploring him, her touch against his skin so warm, while she gave soft, sweet little moans against his lips, seeming to not care what happened next, if he wanted her, she was alright with that.

Her body felt hot to the touch and already there was the mix of her arousal, and her blood filling the room, not that any other than Gerysen would be able to tell, but for him it would certainly be a lingering scent in his room. Looking up and seeing that he was probably still in pain, Dahlia finally managed to break the kiss long enough to speak finally, "Y-You said... The pain left... when you entered me..." She said, recalling what he said, her mismatched sparkling eyes looking up at him, "... Do what you want with me... Alleviate the pain..." She said as she brought her hands up to caress his face, kissing him again before moving her hands above her head, offering him her body to do with as he pleased. "Please... if not for yourself, then do it to for me..." She said added. She, of course, knew the options were rather vast. He had taken her mouth before, as well as her tight rear, and if he was still being cautious about taking her before the bloodmoon, then he was not likely going to take her virginity so that only left a few options.
 
Her hands felt good on his body, she had such comforting and sensual way of embracing him that felt like more than physical, it was emotional, spiritual even. The way she spoke troubled him—

“You foolish girl, don’t you ever speak to me like that again, do you understand,” he snarled with passion, not quite angry, but hurt...disappointment in his tone, Greysen took complete control grabbing her by the wrist! “...If not for Me for you...This isn’t some god damn command, this isn’t for anyone else but YOU,” he wasn’t talking sanely in this passionate heat of emotions, but he was speaking truthfully, he wanted to give her something, and it had nothing to do with him! He marked her neck with a kiss, sucking, biting, he devoured Dahlia squeezing tight, making her feel how powerful he was, it would be nothing to snap her bones, but just as it was probably too much to bare, Greysen eased up “And this body, isn’t for anyone B U T ME!” A passionate tangling of tongues ensued again, until he pulled back moments later, Dahlia’s bottom lip snared betwixt teeth, Greysen bite until her face winced with pleasure!

He never let go of her fragile slender arms, but he did continue to lick and kiss every inch of her body, “You have the body of a Goddess, every curve captivating, every part perfection, And when we journey to the Diviners by tomorrow’s night fall, you shall know what every fiber in my bones already does Dahlia, there is something special about you! Never let anyone ever have you if you don’t want them to again!” Greysen dribbled a bead of spit onto her bosom, twirl, flicking, suckling at her breast like a ravenous baby wolf would its mothers teat, creating so much suction her areola turned from a pastel pink to a deep radish color, and he made sure both her bust received equal attention before moving down, lower and lower leaving his scent and saliva all over her, making no bones about who she belonged to; “Lift your legs And spread them open,” he commanded sharply still holding her wrist, not allowing her to move unless given the order to! “My every instinct tells me, no—compels me to sup from thine holiest of holiest cup, because the Bloodmoon had blessed her with power...And I believe the power to truly relieve this throbbing, begins and ends with the source—Your Life Blood!”
 
What he said had Dahlia blushing and she nodded her head, "I understand... but I don't want to see you in pain... You've been so kind to me... even when you need to harm me..." She pointed out with a smile while her gripped her wrists and then moved to her neck, licking, sucking and biting her there, instinctually the girl squirmed and cried out from under him, a pleasurable sound escaping her lips for the first time since she had arrived, and the sound was so very gratifying to the ear. His squeezing of her body had Dahlia eventually wincing, but finally he let up on his bite on her lower lip.

Hearing about the diviners, she was a little nervous, but nodded to the comment, although trying to keep a positive image of herself in mind was difficult with how everyone else talked about her according to their master's desire to have her belittled. But to his comment about not letting others touch her, she shook her head, "I wish I could promise you that, but outside of this room, we belong to our master... if he decides to let someone use me, I will have no choice but to endure whatever they are told to do with me, but know that I won't enjoy it, not like I enjoy your touch." She explained, knowing it might not have been the answer he wanted, "But in this room, and when we are alone, I am your's." She added.

His order was answered with a slightly concerned look, but she nodded her head, lifting her legs and spreading them to let him have an unhindered view of her untouched womanhood. What he said did have her worried, especially with what happened to the one who had licked just the blood from her and died from that, but... Greysen was different... right? It wouldn't have the same effect would it? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out or test it, but she also didn't want to disobey him when he said he wanted her to spread her legs.
 
The way Dahlia absolutely submitted to Greysen had a captivating effect on him, unlike anything he had experienced before; she was so vulnerable with him, it made the knight want to protect her, and ravage her at the same time!

However, even as Dahlia obeyed, Greysen could sense her hesitation, her fear, her heart being pulled in two different directions, she felt that nervous.
“I am Greysen, Pisilblaque, spawn of Greshem, sons of the Forgotten, Descendant ancient Fang Folk,” he peered above the mound of her pelvic bone, a fierce resolute look in his slate eyes with a hint of green, “My instincts are second to none, so if something is telling me this is what I must do—THEN I MUST” suddenly a flush of painful throbbing brought a strain to his face jolting him! Greysen flenched, clenching her stomach, and then threw his head back with a sucking of the teeth, gritting, as if he could swallow the pain like a shot of dark liquor!

He may have scrapped her, the way his hand stiffened at the sudden rush of pain, but now his focus had been on another part of her body, and he didn’t even bother to ask, instead he positioned himself to begin, thumbs on either side of her tightly seals snatch, bare as the snow caper cliffs of the Pilisblaque Mountains back home, and just as smooth, and pale; he parted her folds, a sticky secretion coated Dahlia’s sex, causing a web of clear liquid to stretch across her entry way as he proceeded to taste the forbidden fruit! No blood, he could tell, twirling his tongue in a circle before making long, lapping strokes along the narrow passage of her pleasure! Top to bottom, bottom to top, again and again he satisfied her. Hands hardened from years of holding the hilts, and handles of many a weapon, gripped Dahlia’s inner thighs as if he were going to swing the girl like a strong axe; meaning he held her firm!

Greysen craned his neck to the right slightly, allowed several back and forth licks, from the tip of his tongue in between her sweet, warm, womanhood, shifting her pink, fleshy folds; he dove in, his lips on hers, deep into his virgin partner and finally struck crimson! It was literally sweeter than any blood he tasted before, not that he had experienced the flavor that many times, but certainly he had samples his own; and also whenever he ate rare meat, and the occasional splattering from a vanquished foe had accidentally made its way to his lips, or mouth! This was almost like drinking a summer wine! Just from a slither of a taste his suffering had already begun to subside, desiring more of her succulent flow! So, he took one finger and slowly pressing through, Greysen started push his finger is, then pull it back, hoping the stimulation would draw forth more nectar for him to sup, like when you pump a well!
 
The announcement of who he was and the certainty that he would be alright was all she really needed, and even if his words had not put her mind at ease she would have allowed him to do as he pleased with her, she trusted him, and although she was not sure why, it was almost like her own instincts said that she could rely on him. Seeing the pain on his face, even if it was just brief she could see it, and the way he gripped her body, his fingers digging into her soft skin as she looked at him and nodded her head, letting him know she was fine with him doing this, although it was not until he delved between her legs and tasted her core that she finally relaxed, seeing him not reacting the same way as the previous man who had suffered from tasting her on their master's fingers.

The firm grip on her body had Dahlia stuck, even if she had not wanted this, she could not have gotten away from his mouth as it licked and fed from her cunt which unlike with their master, she became wet and so very excited, her body shivering as she let out a sigh of pleasure, the feeling of his tongue finally entering her had the small female squirming and her hands balled into small fists, her head leaning back as she cried out in pleasure from his skilled touch. Upon him inserting his finger into her, she was a little concerned about him taking her virginity since she was certain the both of them would get punished for her virginity being taken by anyone other than her master, although with the man's hatred of her, it was likely she would get the brunt of it. But the more he played with her body the more she didn't seem to care, just as long as she had Greysen to care for her after, she felt she could handle the suffering.

While Greysen's body was rough, and well toned, Dahlia's was soft, light, and so gentle, her smooth skin, and lovely body completely the opposite of the dark male with his mouth still feasting from her most intimate of regions, getting even more of her juices with the pumping of his finger inside her very tight cunt.
 
Greysen had almost forgotten in that moment she was an extra tight virgin, with her delicate womanhood still intact, that was until he felt her body give resistance, “If I were to have to have you rightfully, my sweet flower, I fear the pain would be unbearable, for you...” he paused, as the scent of blood filled his nostrils, licking his lips, he longed to tasted her more, as a thick runny crimson trail ran down his finger into his upturned palm, a mixture of red and cream, as her kitten purred with excitement from his touch and tongue, she dripped another kind of fluid for him as well! “I can tell that you long for me, that much is evident my dear, as I long for you,” he rose to meet his mouth with hers, a taint of red smearing his plump, slight pink lips, sticky with her bodily fluid, tasted like a sweet sap from the Honey Trees of the Falladora! He wanted her to taste how she tasted, and to let her hold his throbbing member. Greysen took her hand and placed it where his blood had all rushed to, making his shlong, rigid and ready, hot with desire! But he would have to wait, “Feel that, that is yours, and I can’t wait until the right time to give it to you, but for now, stroke it for me, even your touch soothes me from the pain!” Greysen parted her mouth, leading his lash like organ into a tangled wet kiss with hers!

Greysen had never been so intimate with a woman before. On two hands he could account for every time he laid with a wench or a servant girl usually for Avamon’s pleasure, and not even his own, and never for the purpose of giving pleasure; yet his body was doing things to Dahlia he had never even freamt of doing, but an instinct was taking over. Even as they kissed passionately as she held his hefty dong Greysen had the presence of mind to continuously stimulate her clit, rubbing the hot pink pleasure node, with a perfect blend of pressure and sensitivity, sliding his fingers vertically up and down the outer labia, maintaining a cycle of gratification.

“I want you to release for me Dahlia, I want you to know ecstasy of having an orgasm, cum for me, like my sweet little whore! So I can taste you again!”
 
Smiling up at him, Dahlia shook her head slowly, "It will hurt no matter what happens, but I am more worried about the punishment for taking it without our master's permission," She said while he enjoyed her juices, "I am sure he will have you or someone else take it, since he is unable to stay hard when he touches me. So he will not be the one to take it, I just hope that he says it will be you he chooses, in hopes of causing me more pain of course," She couldn't deny it would hurt, given just how large he felt in her hand, she knew she was tight, and so it was bound to be painful, and if it was their master's decision, he would have it as painful as possible, so why not use the largest cock in his court to impale her on.

Feeling the kiss, Dahlia had thought her blood just tasted like blood, she had stuck her finger on enough rose bushes to know, but it seemed to at least Greysen that it was much more pleasing of a taste than she had thought. Feeling his hefty cock, Dahlia began stroking him with her hand, going from tip to the base, then back up, stroking him while her stimulated her clit, getting the small female to make purring of her own, her body writhing, while her soft sweet moans filled his room, her orgasm building and building with every second that ticked by. At this point her juices were still running down her slit and over his fingers when they touched near her entrance, giving him more of the liquid he desired. However, he wanted her to orgasm, and although she was extremely wet, she had not reached her climax. In truth, she never thought she would feel pleasure, or anything after her first day in Avamon's court, but here was a small sliver of joy for her, to keep her from breaking completely.

Finally her body tensed and her hips were bucking against his fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out and reached her climax, proving to be a bit of a squirter which drenched his hand and her inner thighs. Panting hard, she looked up at Greysen and with a bright blush, she gave a bashful smile.
 
Dahlia gave Greysen exactly what he desired, her absolute trust, her body, her mind, her pleasure! It was obvious that she was about to climax as Dahlia began to breath and pant with euphoric moaning; her hips shifting, her body shaking, Greysen was pleased that she had relaxed and let him satisfy her! What he didn’t expect was the literal out pouring of ecstasy that squirted from her pussy!

“Dahlia, I have never witnessed something so incredibly sexy!” his tone was giddy yet masculine still, she smiled at him like an innocent doe, with those big o’l beautiful eyes, curled beneath him, to be protected or ravaged, a prisoner to his whim... “The scent is magnificent...” Greysen spread her cunt rubbing her treasure, up and down, even side to side, working his fingers across the thin vail of flesh concealing her sensitive clit! “I want to watch you do it again, my pet...” smearing the batter of bodily fluids on her mouth and cheek he kissed Dahlia again “... But this time Ill catch every precious drop!”

Greysen foraged on her juicy nether region, like a starving beast of the fields back home, sucking, licking, and biting on her already dripping wet outer lips, then her inner lips, then her pussy hole, giving every inch of her treasure his deepest attention! The savory taste of her blood and cum was like a seasoning that served to create an even more gluttonous appetite to dine between her legs! He groaner with hunger, “Mmmmmmm...” his humming vibrations beginning to provide extra stimulation to her already sensitive cumhole! That rich sweet irony taste of blood in his mouth was driving him wild with lust, the man’s cock was hard and pumping full of blood, whilst the pain in his head was gone, there was a new pain in his loins—one that longed to be subsided by finding a release of his own! But first he would make Dahlia come again!

“Shower me with your blessed rain, my sweet, cum for me again!” He sucker and suck and sucked on her clit, flicking the tip with his tongue in every way he could imagine, around, side to side, up and down, listening intently to her moans, paying close attention to her body, until he found the perfect combination of stroking and sucking to make her explode, again this time all over his face, so that he would drink her line a fine wine! He even put a finger in her butt hole, it was easy enough to slide it right in, with so much of her fluid soaking everywhere below her hips!
 
Blushing brightly, Dahlia didn't know what to think, she had felt so embarrassed by what happened that she had brought her hands up to cover her face. However, when he mentioned it being sexy, she looked up at him, surprised by what he said but she smiled and feeling him rubbing against her hot cunt had her hips swaying slightly as she was once again being built up to her orgasm, and hearing his demand to have her do it again, she could only try her best to satisfy him, hearing him call her his pet didn't seem to bother her at all, if anything she seemed to take it as a form of endearment and praise that he would think of her in such a way, and it was much more kind than what Avamon called her.

Soon his mouth was clamped over her wet mound and sending vibrations again, her body writhing on the bed while she cried out, thankful that the room's walls were made of stone so no one heard her lewd moans of pleasure for Greysen. But what really sent her over the egde and had the poor girl's body bucking was the way he sucked on her clit, and tormented it with attention, of course the finger being inserted into her once again tight ass, her back arching off the bed as she screamed, once more managing to orgasm, squirting jer juices into his mouth this time while she panted hard, feeling breathless as she looked to him, her skin seeming to be glowing from the experience, as well as there being a light sheen to her skin. "I think I'll need to clean myself up before going to our master. I am supposed to go see the diviner today." She said as she slowly sat up and ran a hand through his hair with a smile, "As long as we can sneak moments like this, so I can feel something other than what Avamon has to offer, I think I can survive all of this, and what is to come." She said as she waited for him to finish with her.
 
Greysen’s face was drenched in a wet, sticky, clear fluid, with a strange scent but he loved it! He would have left her mark on him all day if it wasn’t for Lord Avamon; he tried to hide his jealousy, but it had become obvious to Greysen, his Master envious of him, not only his endowment, but it seemed his very being often irritated Avamon, but alas he knew if it came down to it, and the two exchanged blows Greysen could never kill him, for Avamon had marked him with a Cursed Fang Spell. That didn’t mean he couldn’t defeat him, it just meant he would never be able to actually betray him by taking his life, beating him with in an inch of his life, that was a different story.

Dahlia, understandably was weary of inducing Avamon’s rage, as she had already bear the brunt of it a few days before, however Greysen was unbeknownst to himself, now smitten with Dahlia, and becoming very possessive and jealous in his own right

“Clean up, but I haven’t finished making a mess of you yet,” Greysen grabbed her by the wrist soon as Dahlia finished brushing her hand through his mane, “You aren’t going any where just yet my little pet, I need your body, my cock is throbbing for your tight hole!” Greysen guides her hand towards his massive member, his other hand snared against her chin, squeezing, forcing his fingers into her mouth, all the way back to her throat until Dahlia starts to gag exerting hos dominance...”Now put that pretty little mouth to good use!”
 
Blushing at the statement, Dahlia nodded a little, "I understand, but please try to make it quick, I don't want either of us to be punished for being late in meeting with the master." She said, knowing she would likely be blamed, and she or both would be punished. Feeling the strong grip on her wrists, Dahlia relaxed into his grip before her mouth was stuffed with his fingers which were going down her throat, which was obviously inexperienced since she had not lost her gag reflex yet, and her body struggled as she whimpered and gagged on his fingers for a moment until he eased up, and she caught her breath.

Hearing the order to put her mouth to good use, Dahlia obeyed immediately, her mouth forced open because of the grip on her jaw, but she managed to lick and suck on his fingers as though it were his cock inside her mouth instead, small moans coming from her while her body writhed underneath him, rubbing against his erect cock, getting it wet with her juices, but not daring to have him enter her yet since she was still a virgin there and Avamon had not taken it yet, meaning there was only one place Greysen could use, and lubrication would be needed, hence the reason she was rubbing her drenched pussy against his massive shaft, that and despite everything she had been put through, she really did want him to enter her, not only because she owed him, and she wanted it, but it would also help him get rid of his headaches for a while.
 
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