Dark Tribute (Demorica and Myself)

[Dampylle]

The season had been harsh and unforgiven. The sun was beginning to set on this day and with it the last hopes that the harvest could produce the funds needed to pay the needed tribute to the lord of the lands. It did not help that the lord who ruled these lands was a creature of the night... and an ancient one at that if you believed the stories. They knew that tribute was necessary and they did not have the coin of the realm to pay their dues. But some of the slightly less scrupulous of the villagers had come up with a plan to remedy that.

The dark lord of the realm was known to have a taste for women and rumors that he enjoyed corrupting and transforming his victims had long been a part of stories told to frighten children. So they would instead offer to him a young maiden as payment for him to do with as he pleased. There was no doubt he would corrupt and transform her in some way or that she would end up as a slave to this immortal creature... which is why none of the families in the village was willing to offer up their own children for tribute.

So instead they had found a local tramp girl, no one knew if she was an abandoned gypsy child or simply some homeless scamp. But none of that mattered to the villagers who only wanted to protect their own necks and their own families. She was of sufficient age and she was not one of their family members... and as far as they were concerned that was all that mattered. They had seen to it that she was at least washed and then clothed in a simple white dress and now they had her bound to a post where they were supposed to leave their tribute. They scurried off to hide in their homes as the sun finally set and night fell.

In the distance the castle of the dark lord could be seen where it sat atop a plateau at the heart of the dark woods outside the village. Fog seemed to roll out from those woods even as the air grew cold... it was his time now. Soon the sound of hoof beats could be heard in the distance as he came to collect his due. It seemed like an eternity as those sounds grew louder as he drew close... and then after what seemed like forever a black carriage pulled by two black stallions drifted out of the fog and approached the post where the young woman was bound. The door drifted open without anyone touching it and a dark figure clad in the most elegant finery done entirely in black silk and velvet stepped from the carriage... his blood red gaze falling on the young woman as he stepped forward and then took the note pinned above her head and read it before arching an eyebrow, "Payment in flesh... an old custom... but it was part of the original agreement... I suppose I shall honor it then."

 

[Demorica]

Silvia Had been homeless since she was little, her parents killed, and no family left since they had moved to a better town, leaving her without friends, family and anyone to watch after her. But she did manage to go to school until she became older and had to sit in the streets asking for coin, but when drunks and vile men came to her offering to pay for her body she denied them, telling them that she had too much respect for herself to do something so low. But what had not seen what was coming the day the town was suppose to pay tribute, knowing she could hardly afford it, but she did put forward what she could when she could afford to. But when the young woman was approached by many towns folk they told her what they had planned for her, and against her will they dragged her to get washed up, dressed and then soon bound outside and on a post in a simple white gown, nothing to pretty or fancy and clearly they had not used anything to make her look more presentable for him, but washing her had brought out a beauty in her that many had never seen.

When the sunset disappeared and the stars came out she looked to see the fog around her, her long silky dark brunette hair flowing to her mid back, straight as a pin. Her bright ice blue eyes watching as the horses pulled the carriage and she struggled against the chains, frightened of what was going to happen, remembering the stories about this creature and what he did. Her body was curvy, not overly, but she curves in the right places, and her long legs seemed to complete her look. She watched as the figure came out from the carriage and over to her, looking at him before looking above her head to the note, cursing those bastards in her head for doing this to her.

The entire time she remained silent watching the red eyes creature, clearly fear was noticeable in her eyes, since she did only stand about five foot five inches. Her milky white skin seemed to glow in the bright moon light as well as showing the slight shine to her hair, but the lighting was not good enough to see his features, or her own for that matter. Hearing the term he referred to her as worried her and she gave a whimper, tugging at her bindings, her heart beating hard in her chest, not wanting to know what is idea of a ‘payment in flesh’ was, already having an idea of many things it could mean for him. Finally she could not fight the binds, already tired, starving for a few days, and needing rest, she could not manage to try and get herself free and let her head lower a little waiting for him to either release her or do whatever it was he was going to do to her.

Her eyes went to the carriage then managed for a split second to look at those red eyes, but she could not maintain eye contact, they frightened her too much to look at for long and had heard stories of how this creature could look into your soul with those eyes. Her long bangs draped down and framed her face beautifully no matter how she stood, struggled or leaded against the post.

 

[Dampylle]

He was Vladamere Draconis Shadowbaine, he was old even among his kind though he looked to be in his mid 20s and strikingly handsome at that. His figure was to say the least imposing and dominant as he stood just over six feet tall and was powerfully muscled as well. If one did not know who and what he was it would be safe to say that women would find him very appealing. He saw how she struggled but he did not worry about it. He could easily catch her if she tried to bolt and by the old lays and the contract with the village tribute was due for their time on his land over the last cycle of seasons. She was his by right of the law as she had been offered to payment and already he was considering what he could do to her and with her.

He had not had a companion of the fairer persuasion in some time and was confident that with a bit of feeding on her and use of his powerful gaze he could mesmerize and addict her to his presence and his dark kiss. It would not be to terribly difficult to seduce her with his skills and begin training her as a slave and companion. Of course his tastes tended to be at times far more exotic and to that end he had mastered certain spells and potions that he had not been able to use for quite some time... but this gave him an interesting chance. Should she submit and embrace her life as his concubine he could reward her with such a potion to give her more pleasure and help her embrace her new role... and if she resisted then he could use it to force upon her the desires he wished and one particular trait that would ensure she would eventually submit to get the release she would crave.

With one powerful hand he took a hold of her wrist and with the other he released her bonds. Though that firm grip held her wrist and brought it to his lips where he kissed at the supple sensitive flesh of her wrist before he spoke in a deep and powerful tone that would make many women quake with desire, "I am Lord Shadowbaine, these are my lands and it appears you have been offered to me as tribute... I have not had a companion for some time now... so you will come with me to the castle and we will see to your new role. What shall I call you?" Even as he waited for her answer he gazed into her eyes with those blood red orbs and let his power flow through that gaze to mesmerize her just a bit to ensure she answered and followed, as an added bonus such efforts often ensured women were far more willing and receptive to his appearance and his voice. He lead her to the carriage and once she was inside slipped inside himself letting the door close as it headed back towards the castle. His strikingly handsome face was now lit in the moonlight revealing to her how appealing her new owner was even as they headed to his home.

 

[Demorica]

Looking up at him she could make out his appearance fairly well, and had it not been the situation she had been forced in, the stories she had heard, or the way he had come into the village she might have thought this opertunity too good to be true, but she knew better and that it was. She did not care for the law or the agreement that had been made between him and the villagers, and did not see why she had to be sacrificed, but she said nothing as he spoke, his voice strangely calming, making her tense a little, knowing something was not right.

She did not know what to expect, and the moment her wrists were freed of the binds she tried to pull away, not wanting him touching her at all, feeling his lips on her wrist made her shutter and nod slightly, “I know who you are, and have heard much about you Sir, please don’t hurt me, I will go with you, seeing as how they do not want me and have signed my life away, though it is not theirs to give.” She said, looking over her shoulder with a hateful glare, knowing they were watching everything. Looking back at him was when she realized she had already been drawn in and answered his question without even thinking, “My name is Silvia Sir.” She said so softly. Her body trembling on the inside and her mind screaming at her to not look at him, knowing the type of power he had.

She entered the carriage, and the moment she broke eye contact with him she looked to the floor, not trusting he would not trick her with those eyes and do something she would not approve of willingly. Feeling the carriage move she brought her hands to her lap, looking down at them as she thought about her questions, wondering if she was even allowed to speak, hoping by companion he meant something more than just a sex slave, or else her life would be empty from this moment on. “Sir, am I to call you My Lord, Master, Sir, or something else? And what do you plan to do to me? I have heard the stories and will admit I am terrified, but what do you mean by companion?” She asked, knowing the term concubine might come up, at which point she would protest, never liking the meaning of the word in the first place, preferring pet, slave, or something else since in her opinion it was better than being a concubine. She kept her eyes down at the moment until she believed she could trust he would not try to trick her with his powers.

 

[Dampylle]

Vlad considered using his gaze on her again but decided he would wait. He could use that once she began to bend or became perticularly problematic to ensure she would bend to his will. But at the same time he was looking forward to a game of seduction and corruption in which he could train and condition her into being a suitably lusty yet attentive slave for his pleasure and companionship. He had rather enjoyed the way her body trembled for him though and was looking forward to seeing more of that as things progressed one way or another.

For now he simply nodded and then spoke softly in that deep rich tone that was to put it quite simply the sort of thing that sent vibrations to a woman's very core, "Any of those would be acceptable though depending on how you embrace your role you may prefer some to others... and as for that roll. I will not lie as I know there are stories of me and my rather voracious appetites... I suppose in the simplest terms you shall be my pet in a sense. I hope you do not object to that... you will have to adjust to it sooner or later and I would far prefer you enjoy your time as my pet sooner rather than later. I may on occasion also need to feed in which case I may grace you with the Dark Kiss... though I will not harm you with it and will make sure you have time to recover from it. I am told it is actually a rather pleasant thing to experience though Silvia so who knows you may come to enjoy or even crave it."

He turned his gaze to hers but aside from his powerful presence and natural allure he did not attempt to force anything upon her. That natural presence and vampiric allure though was something she would have to either adjust to or submit to... in the long term it would no doubt be the later but she may attempt to fight it at first. He reached one elegant and powerful hand out and tilted her head up so she was looking at his strikingly handsome visage and his eyes though he did not try to mesmerize her... he would ensure she trusted him so he could seduce and corrupt her. He spoke softly once more in that powerful and seductive voice, "You need not keep your eyes downcast Silvia... you will have to learn to gaze upon me after all as you will be attending to me."

 

[Demorica]

Wrapping her arms around herself Silvia felt a little more calm as he spoke, his voice very warm despite what he was and how terrified she was. She had decided for now she would use what ever term came to her easier and faster when speaking with him. But the moment he spoke of feeding on her she could feel her body tense and though he saw it as gracing her she was not so sure about that until she came to that when he became hungry. She was not so worried about his presence, no, it did not bother her, but what did was his eyes and when she felt like they were doing something to her, forcing something on her and making her move as he had done to her in order to lead her to the carriage before.

Feeling the hand on her skin made her initially want to pull away, not know the male, let alone feeling comfortable enough for him to touch her, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would have what he wanted, either by force or by using his gaze to make her give in to him and his wants, but that was what frightened her the most. Looking up at him she could tell this time he was not trying to use his eyes to lull her into a false sense of trust and security. “I am sorry, I know what my job will be for you, but I am frightened to look up at you, especially after what had happened outside, it felt natural to tell you my name, but I felt to calm and went to your carriage, and I did not feel that it was of my own will as much as it was your will using me in some way. I don’t want to be tricked Sir, I will try to adjust as you say, but I want to remain myself and able to do things on my own without having to worry about you taking control of my body and mind, and doing such things to me does not build my trust.” She said softly, looking up at him, hoping he would listen to her and not just use his gaze to silence her. “I know I am yours now, even if I don’t want to be, but there is no way I can be your companion if I am forced to move like a puppet for you. I will try my best to obey you and entertain you, but please give me time to adjust and relax, this is all so new to me and too much to take in, on one night.” She asked him softly.

Taking a leap of faith on both their parts she brought her soft, warm, delicate hand to his own that had brought her to look up at him, showing she did not need to be controlled in order to attend to him. Again she decided to go a small step further and got up from her spot across from him and moved to sit next to him, fairly close, but showing she would try, and this being a small sign of proof that she would do as she said. The ride seemed rather long and being a little weary she felt she wanted to sleep and a nap in the carriage did not seem too bad, so slowly she leaned her head against the wall of the carriage and closed her eyes for a few minutes, just a quick cat nap since she was no creature of the night and was normally asleep by now.

 

[Dampylle]

He was pleased as she moved closer without being prompted and admitted that she knew she was his and only asked for a little time so she could adjust. As she drifted off to sleep he knew he could have entered her dreams if he wished but for now he wanted to build her trust so he could seduce her a bit more willingly rather than having to resort to more forceful methods. He held a hand out the window and a raven alighted upon his wrist.. he spoke softly in a strange tongue and then the raven flew off heading for the castle. It was a simple trick of subtle magic that would ensure the raven carried a message to his servants and that they in turn prepared for Silvia to stay in his room once they arrived. He wanted to keep her close at hand to ensure she had to adjust to his presence and so that he could more easily tease and seduce her with glimpses of his physique... after all why not simply play to her own needs and desires.

She still appeared to be asleep when they reached his castle there at the heart of the forest. Some of the villagers swore that it always seemed to be night within the forest and they were not far off truth be told. It was not truly night but he possessed a powerful alchemical stone that banished the light... the most it would ever be in the dark wood was twilight yet somehow he was still able to gaze out over his lands through the haze of that strange eternal dusk or darkest night. The carriage pulled past the tall iron gates and stone walls and through a strikingly beautiful moonlit courtyard before it finally came to a stop in front of the massive doors.

He did not bother to wake his new slave and eventual plaything. Instead he lifted her gently and carried her inside and then through winding halls and up spiraling stairs until he eventually deposited her on his own bed in a lavish room fit for a kink with heavy fur curtains that were for the moment drawn across the sturdy doors of wrought iron and thick glass that lead to his balcony. He left them closed to keep the inside of the castle a bit more warm and with a simple gesture several fireplaces throughout the series of rooms that served as his private chambers roared to life bathing the place in a warm glow even as he took a seat in his favorite lavish chair to wait for her to once more wake.

 

[Demorica]

As she slept she had strange dreams, not sure what to make of them and none of it making any sense. She could feel herself being carried, but she was so tired she did not care, she could still feel her new master's presence and so she was not too concerned. What surprised her was that he was actually being kind, especially with all the tales told about him, and in her dreams those little story tales came to life. She remembered a crazy young woman when she was younger who had been in his presence but returned to the village and she seemed to go insane, wanting to go back, but saying it was not allowed, even from time to time she would wander off and say she was going back, but later she would return saying she had lost her way there or was no longer welcome. Years had passed and she was still so delusional, talking of a dark, yet lovely creature, something that could woo any woman and had a very deep kiss. It was not until now that she understood who and what she mean, and realized that she must have been used and fed upon by him at some point in time, remembering how beautiful she had been before she was sent home, clearly having done something to make him return her, but she was not sure what that was and did not want to know.

Waking slowly she looked around the luxurious room in awe, sitting up she looked at everything in it, feeling the warmth of the fire against her soft warm flesh was new, and welcomed since not often did she get a warm place to sleep let alone a place like this. Looking around she spotted him in his chair and tilted her head a little, curious as to what he was doing, just looking at her, or in thought. She slowly began to move to get off the bed, but it was difficult for her to move since it was so soft, so she sat there in the center, keeping her legs crossed like a lady as she looked up at him. "May I have something to eat My Lord? I have had only some stale bread today and water from the river." She said, knowing that might not have sounded too good, but it was all she could get and people in the town were not often generous to her at all. She really did not expect much of anything to eat since she doubted he ate anything other than drinking from a humans flesh, but then again she figured he would have to feed his servants, as long as they were human or something that drank more than blood.

She remained on the bed, rather relaxed and now that she was a little more rested and calm she managed to actually look at him, and not just fear what she had heard about him. She figured the reason he seemed to frightening was because of his entrance and the way he dressed, but now in a well lit room she could see him much better and had to admit he was attractive, but reminded herself what it was he wanted from her, or what he expected her to give him, everything. Her arms wrapped around herself as she waited for a response, his presence still giving her the chills, but not as much as before, maybe because she had already come to terms with what was happening, or maybe because this was an opportunity for her, she had no family, no loved ones, no one, and this meant she might be able to have someone who cared for her as others in the village do, something she longed for so badly, to be cared about, but she did not expect that from him, and he did not know that was what she was seeking, nor did he really need to know, she did not want to get her hopes up after all.

 

[Dampylle]

He motioned to a table beside the bed and sure enough already upon it was an assortment of cheeses, fruits, sweet breads, and roasted meats. It was the sort of finery those in the village only dreamed of at weddings or perhaps holidays on a good year but here it was spread out on a gold platter as if it was the most natural of things. He had saw the way she shifted a bit in her dreams but had decided not to press into her dreams and watch her. He knew that the villagers feared him not so much for fear he would feed from them.... but more because women they had seen who had not proved suited to serving or being transformed had been sent back. But after being with him they seemed far more lusty than before, they craved the intoxicating pleasure of his gaze... and the undeniable and erotic pleasure of his kiss. Not to mention he knew he was to say the least very well endowed and most of the villagers would stand no chance of satisfying a woman who had warmed his bed.

As she had slept he had removed his coat and even went so far as to unfasten a few buttons on his silk shirt. As a result it was quite clear to see that his body was a towering example or perfect masculinity... chiseled bulging muscles and a perfectly sculpted physique. The opening in his shirt offering a teasing glimpse of that muscular chest that promised much more of that appealing and delicious physique should she submit to him and give into both his desires and her own. He rather enjoyed the teasing and seduction and wanted to see if he could make her squirm with desire even without his gaze. Finally he spoke, "I fear I only have such basic provisions... I hope they are acceptable."

 

[Demorica]

Seeing the food she had to wait a few moments before reaching over and touching it, wondering if it was really there, but as she touched it she found that it infact was real and carefully she took a little bit at a time, trying everything she could, never having had such things before in her entire life, so this was by far the best food she had ever had, or so far, unsure if he had even better foods somewhere else. Eating carefully she did not notice him come a little closer and open his shirt, nor did she really care until her hunger was finally gone. What was interesting was even as she ate so much she still remained lady like in eating.

Looking up at him once finished her cheeks flushed red as she was his chest, never thinking she would ever see someone like him in her life, let alone want her for himself. So it was safe to assume she was a little taken back by this and unsure what to say or do. Finally when her eyes looked away from his body, her cheeks so red she spoke, “T-The food was wonderful, better than anything I have ever had to eat, but it is no surprise in this beautiful place of yours my lord.” She said softly, trying to keep her eyes off of his body, making her feel a little strange, not sure what to think about all of this, of him mostly. Averting her gaze she knew she should try not to get attracted to him, knowing he was trying to get something from her or do something to her, but she was not sure what.

Already she could not get the thought of how handsome he was out of her head, her own mind doubting herself, knowing a creature like him was far more attractive than herself, and so wondered why he would accept her in the first place unless he saw something she did not, but what she had not seen was herself since she had been cleaned and properly clothed, she had remembered herself as the poor little peasant girl with matted hair, tangles, and dirty skin, but now she was someone completely different, a pale, beautiful brunette, who was now in the home of the most feared creature in her village.

 

[Dampylle]

His keen eyes of course noticed the sudden flush and the way her gaze lingered on his body. He made no attempt to hide his physique either fully intent on teasing and tempting the young woman to stir her desires fan the flames even as he feigned innocence. He stretched a bit letting his shirt pull tight against his muscular chest as he spoke, "I am glad you approve... I only had basic provisions on hand I fear so I am glad it was sufficient." When he noticed she was looking away again he once more reached out with a powerful arm and gently tilted her head back up, which also caused his shift to shift and pull tight in some places hinting at the Adonis like physique hidden just beneath that fine cloth, and essentially attempted to gently encourage her to look and show her that it was both expected and indeed desired.

He could sense and see the shift in her demeanor though and the way she already seemed to struggle not to admire his body. He knew from his observations and her own earlier comments that she may not have been one of the villagers in the normal sense though it did not occur to him that she might not realize how her own body had developed over the years. He was rather enjoying the glimpses he had stole of her firm shapely rear and legs as well as her pale and beautiful features framed by dark hair. He was already thinking of ways to enhance her beauty even further once she began to submit to their desires and her new position.

 

[Demorica]

Giving a soft giggle she shook her head, “It was wonderful food, better than eating rotten bread, or half eaten fruit, thank you so much, it was so good, and it is nice to be able to eat more than just scraps.” She said, hinting a little at what she previously had been, hence her appreciation for the food, much more than any other woman in the town who would have probably found it a little basic, but for her it was a feast.

Feeling his hand touch her again and look up at him she wondered why he was doing this and was so confused. Moving a little on the bed she looked at his body then up to him, “Why? Why me, you did not have to accept their offer, I am not as beautiful as the others in the village, I was just a poor peasant, a beggar, everyone frowned upon me because I could not do anything to get myself out of such a situation, no one would help, and to be in the situation I was in no one wanted to help me, so I could better myself and be more than just that thing in the alley getting scraps. So why out of everyone would you actually accept me, or want me as a companion, I don’t think I am suitable for it.” She asked, clearly not understanding him, but none the less she moved closer to him, looking up and at him, into his eyes, wanting an honest answer to her question.

She did not stop herself from looking at him, and she knew it was flawless, giving her only more reason to question herself and what he wanted. Smiling she sighed, shaking her head, “I am sorry, this does not make for proper conversation, I am sorry for bringing it up, you must have your reasons My Lord.”

 

[Dampylle]

He had his suspicions about where the villagers had found her but her answers confirmed them. It simply made it more surprising given her figure and beauty that she had gone unnoticed by them for so long and he wondered how many of the villagers had second thoughts when they began cleaning her up because she stirred lustful thoughts in them. He actually chuckled a bit at her comment before he answered, "I take it they did not give you the chance to see yourself in a mirror before they bound you to offer you to me as pet or plaything since they could not pay the coin they owe for the past years grace." He waved a hand and a mirror drifted over so she could see herself.

Though as he waited he also noticed the way she seemed to more openly gaze at his flawless body and he could see in her eyes the doubt. He knew that look as he had seen it before... she was questioning what she wanted and what she had heard as she was confronted with his body and his behavior. Oh he was a monster in certain ways to be sure and one of those ways did inf act include ravishing lovely women and in the act ensuring that most would never be satisfied with lovers of lesser stature or skill.

Though as he let her gaze in the mirror he also ran a hand through her dark tresses and leaned in closer to whisper into her ear, his breath teasing the sensitive flesh even as she could see them both in the mirror. Her own lovely figure seeming so close to his powerful and perfectly sculpted physique thanks to the angle of the mirror as he spoke, "You see... such a lovely woman, there can be no doubt why I accepted the offering... after all who would not want such an enticing creature as yourself at their side?"

 

[Demorica]

Hearing the question she nodded her head, “They decided on it last second, could not even really get me dressed in what they had planned, but what does it matter?” She asked, but the moment he brought the mirror over she looked in it and seemed confused, moving her hands infront of the mirror, and watching the hand of the pretty girl infront of her move hers at the same time. It was hard for her to accept and as he spoke she looked at herself in disbelief, shaking her head, “Is this a normal mirror, or does it just show me what I want to see or did you alter what I look like in it?” She asked, still having a difficult time believing it.

Feeling his hand through her hair she watched in the mirror seeing that it was her, feeling that hand through her hair, and the girl in the mirror did as well. This was so strange, she was never so pretty since she had been in a home when she was young. Leaning her head a little she enjoyed the feeling of his hand touching her hair so gently. His breath on her flesh made her shiver a little and she finally looked up from the mirror to him, leaning her head against his body, “Thank you for showing me this, I did not know what they were all staring at, and I did not believe that I could be more than just a beggar, but you have helped me realize I can.” She said thankfully.

She was not so frightened, having a little confidence in herself knowing she was not some ugly little thing, but infact opposite. Silvia gave a soft sigh, not needing to see the mirror anymore. Her eyes taking in her new master, but it was not just his features that had drawn her in, it was how kind he was to her, and the fact he accepted her, and shown her that, she smiled up at him, and brought her hand up to touch his arm, taking it one step at a time, but wanting to actually experience her first time with him, her body heating up little by little, but that was not to say she would always be so cooperative with him, but this time she knew what she wanted, but was still in the mindset of who she was, and not of who he wanted her to be, or who she was to him, not yet realizing her life had just now started and everything before did not matter.

 

[Dampylle]

His keen senses of course picked up on the way her body slowly began to heat up. He knew this was likely an impulse reaction from her but he knew he could use it to begin certain cravings for pleasure in her. He could awaken in her lusts she had not yet realized if it progressed as it seemed to be and so when she tilted her head a bit he actually leaned even closer to kiss and lick teasingly and seductively at her neck. This would be the start for her of course as it gave him the chance to begin her seduction and that in turn would lead to being able to more easily feed on her which in the end would help to train and dominate her. He did not know yet if she had the latent traits that would make her a perfect slave or not but much of it could be trained into her, if she did have such dormant and unrealized urges though it would make this both easier and ensure that she enjoyed it that much more quickly.

As she leaned into his chest and caressed his powerfully muscled arm he did not rush her. He did tease her a bit by flexing his arm so she would feel with her caresses that perfectly sculpted and chiseled arm under her fingers with only the think silk separating her touch from his flesh. He wanted to not simply heat her up until she was ready to be ravished but to actually drive her wild by fanning the flames of her passion. So for now he did not remove his shirt but instead let her explore in her tentative and shy way as he leaned in and growled in a very pleased tone to show he enjoyed her caresses while he resumed kissing teasingly and softly at her neck and working slowly up to her ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive spot behind her ear as he spoke in that deep and powerful tone that just might have that full affect of making her quake in pleasure for the first time depending how open she was and how quickly she was heating up, "It is their loss my pet, your Master has most assuredly got the better end of this deal and in many ways so have you... such a lovely pet you are and one your Master is happy to have."

 

[Demorica]

Feeling his kiss on her neck she did not tense and actually remained relaxed, her hands exploring up his arm, feeling the flexing and she could not contain a soft giggle then she found herself much more brave and moved her hand over his shoulders and to his bare chest. She felt every muscle, and every chiseled area of him, but when she came to his heart she was not use to not feeling that beating against her hand. But she continued on, moving from his chest to his neck, then to his face, gently caressing his face with a hand then letting it run through his hair. She had to admit, this was all new, but she was not as terrified as she thought she would have been, or should have been. “Have you done something to me again to make me so relaxed and comfortable here with you or am I managing to see the real you, and not so frightened of this part of you?” She asked in a soft whisper to him.

Feeling him kissing and teasing her behind her ear she moved on her own, getting closer to him, but this time she turned so she was leaning against him with her back to his chest, her head leaning against his shoulder as she gave him access anywhere he wanted within reason or so long as he moved slowly and let her adjust a little. Nodding her head she could not help but smile, “Yes I believe you are right Master, I think you and I got a much better deal, I have got a home, for as long as you would want me, and you have me, for what ever you want I suppose, which is fine with me, just please do not surprise me with anything too severe without warning.” She said, her voice a soft purr as she looked up at him then leaned her head to the side, pulling her hair away from her neck, feeling so natural to her to do so even if she were not offering her neck to him. “Master, what does it feel like, to the woman you feed from, and what does it feel like to you when you do so?” She asked curiously, knowing it must have been an odd question, but she wanted to know what she should expect and what things were like through his eyes and in his shoes.

 

[Dampylle]

He chuckled at her first question and continued to kiss and lick teasingly as she made pleased sounds before answering her, "No my pet... no tricks... this is just you relaxed and letting yourself enjoy your master. You are simply letting yourself accept and enjoy your life... it feels good doesn't it my pet." Hr purred these words into her ear in that deep rumbling and sexy voice then growled playfully as she sifted so that she had her back pressed against him and was essentially giving him full access to her body.

He was keeping it slow though still wanting to drive her wild ans so he first pulled her more fully into his lap so that she could feel the gargantuan bulge of his huge cock in his elegant slacks as his hands began to caress her hips and teasingly trace up along her sides while his lips trailed slowly down to her neck to kiss and lick there once more. When she asked her question he decided to tease her by dragging his fangs lightly over the supple skin of her neck as well before he answered her in another deep and sexy purr, "I am told that women find it very erotic my pet, the sort of erotic pleasure so intense and addictive that not only do they want it again... but that the dark kiss alone is enough to set them off most times and leave them wanting far more from the vampire who feeds on them. I suppose you could say it is a powerful and mind blowing jolt of raw sexual pleasure that can be very addictive and act as an aphrodisiac... as for what it is like for me, it is a dark and sensual pleasure... to feel and taste the essence of the one I feed on... it is like sampling fine wine only with the feeding I can taste how they feel by how it affects their body." He licked and sucked at her neck a bit more passionately then dragged his fangs teasingly across her skin again before purring into her ear, "Do you want to feel it my pet.... to see what all those stories of unbelievable pleasure are about?"

 

[Demorica]

Despite her nerves telling her to not give into him and not let him do this she realized that at the moment he was being nice and gentle with her and so had nothing to worry about for the time being. Nodding her head to his words she smirked, “I suppose you are right, it does feel nice, all I ask is you please try and be gentle atleast for my first time, or as gentle as you can be.” She said softly before leaning her head a little more for him, the dress she wore was simple, but she had not realized that the front of it was open just enough that he could easily get a glimpse of her breasts.

Hearing the question she thought about it for a moment, her body shivering from the feeling of his fangs against her neck, as well as the huge member rubbing against her rear and felt a little unease at the size, wondering if it would fit, or hurt even more for her first time because of that. Answering her question was interesting and she had to admit she was curious about it, clearly she had never felt anything like this, or like he described and carefully she leaned her head a little more, giving him access to her while her hand came to rest on his legs, “Will it hurt?” She asked, already making her decision by offering her neck to him, but she wanted to be ready incase it would hurt a little, knowing that piercing skin would no doubt hurt, but she figured it would not last long from the way he was talking about it.

She moved in his lap a little, rubbing against his member on accident to get into a more relaxing position, “I want to feel it, what the woman in the village had described, I have never felt any pleasure before, so I want to know what it is like Master.” She purred softly. His hands on her hips was comforting, but other things came to mind with his hands resting there on her, but she said nothing and tried to push it from her thoughts, blushing brightly at her own thoughts.

 

[Dampylle]

Vlad knew that this was one of the openings he needed and that the dark kiss would drive her wild and help him to ensure she was pushed over the edge and helped to embrace her passions and desires. Her question surprised him a bit but he continued to kiss and lick at her neck even as he dragged his fangs teasingly along her supple skin while he answered, "It may stink at first... but that will be washed away with pleasure like most can only imagine." He was very much enjoying the way her body shivered in pleasure and how flushed she already seemed to be becoming.

When she did finally say she wanted to feed that dark and forbidden pleasure he still teased her a bit more. Though now he was making sure to use his fangs even more to tease and entice her. His hands now were caressing her sides and creeping up to her firm breasts. Finally he cupped her young firm tits as he pulled her more fully against him and finally sank his fangs into the delicate column of her throat. He drank slowly and lightly wanting not only to make sure she did not pass out from it but also to draw it out as long as possible to drive her wild with pleasure and draw out her own passions and desire with that dark kiss. It must have seemed an eternity as he drank so slowly and lightly watching for and enjoying her reaction before he finally ended that dark kiss and licked her wound clean while still cupping and now fondling her firm breasts while waiting to see how it affected her now that it was done.

 

[Demorica]

She knew in the back of her mind that he was teasing her, trying to put her on edge before feeding on her, still feeling a little nervous, but curious about what it would feel like, simply hoping he was not lying to her about it. She continued to shiver slightly at his touch, rather gentle for a creature that was said to be so frightening and cruel and torture people in the village, wondering if all the people had been lying to him, not really seeing him as being a monster, despite the fangs and powers. His fangs continued to tease her delicate skin, making her body tense in his arms, but she still remained leaning into him, knowing she might have to depending on how this would go for her.

She had been ready to stop him from groping her bust, but once he bit into her a whimper of pain from the breaking of the skin escaped her lips and she gripped one of his hands with her own, wanting some sort of touch to comfort her before he began drinking from her. Releasing his hand her own hands fell to her side as she felt a very odd and pleasureable sensation all over her entire body, moaning softly as he drank, but with how slow he was going her mind felt it was going into a slow spin, her body feeling heated, on fire and the pleasure making her pant softly. It seemed like hours later when he released her from his bite and she leaded into his strong body for support. Feeling a little tired, but also very excited, her entire body feeling like it was warm and especially between her legs, in a place she had not often felt that type of feeling in, but here it was and begging her to do more, to do something to quench the thirst her soaked panties had, wanting something, but still being a virgin and a little nervous she did not know what to say, ask or do in this situation.

 

[Dampylle]

Vlad could feel the way her body shuddered and flushed with desire as he fed. By the time he finished he had no doubts as to weather or not her passions and desires had been inflamed. He let his hands wander across her supple flesh caressing and teasing her without mercy as he resumed kissing and licking at her neck even as he teased her with his fangs which he was certain now hold a new appeal and temptation for her. He let one hand slip lower to caress her thighs teasingly with the promise of even more carnal pleasures should she give into her wants and simply ask her master to give her what her body craved.

In the end this was an important part of her seduction and temptation. He wanted to not only drive her wild with desire but to tempt her till she actually asked for him to ravish her. Her asking and submitting to her desire after all would make further submission that much easier to train into her. He very much wanted to train her first and foremost to submit and give into her desires and especially given some of what he hoped he would be able to do... it would make his plans that much more efficient in terms of changing and training his new pet.

 

[Demorica]

Silvia trembled at his touch and let out soft moan, wanting so much, his touch feeling so nice against her delicate flesh. His fangs she wanted to sink into her again and again, the feeling had been like nothing she had ever felt, and as he continued she realized she had never felt any of this before and very much wanted to experience more of his touch and maybe... but at that moment her mind fought with her while her body gave in, her mind was telling her she had just met him and it was not right, while her body on the other hand was spreading her long slender legs when his hand touched her thigh, wanting him to touch her. Despite how much he had drank she still managed to blush from his touch and her reaction of spreading her legs for him.

Leaning her head against his shoulder she could not manage to look up at him and ask what was on her mind, too embarrassed to ask or say it eye to eye. "Master, it feels so good... but I can't control my body, it wants more... I want more... please touch me, hold me, and do as you please with my body... I want it, and my body needs it, I feel like I am burning up... Please master I want to feel more of your touch... and release from this heat..." She said, guiding her hand to his she slowly slid his hand up her thigh and in to her inner thigh, turning an even deeper shade of red as she guided his hand to touch her hot soaked panties then pulled her hand away, giving him permission to do as he pleased, her hands then moved to wrap around his shoulders and out of the way of his hands if he wanted to feel her body even more than he did at the moment.

 

[Dampylle]

Vlad smiled as she moved his hand to her inner thigh and then eventually to her clearly heated folds. Even as she begged for more he began to stroke, rub, and caress her wet folds through the thing layer of fabric that was the only thing still protecting her soaked pussy. He kisses and licked at her neck more passionately now, still using his fangs to tease her, and as she lifted her arms to give him access he slid his free hand up to openly fondle her full firm breasts making sure to work her nipples with a skillful touch. He could tell that the dark kiss had indeed set her aflame and she seemed unable to resist her bodies urges and needs.

He licked and nibbled at her ear as he now openly fondled and caressed her eager and willing body as he growled into her ear, "Very well my pet... your master will see to it that you feel more pleasure and your desires are sated." He finally actually slipped her panties off and began to caress her soaked virgin folds and work her sensitive clit. His fangs danced teasingly along her neck with a playful growl as he worked to raise her passion even further. After a while he layed her on his bed and then leaned down freeing her breasts so he could lick and suck at them as he continued to caress her wet folds and shed his own clothes revealing to her for the first time a truly massive cock whose thick length seemed to pulse and throb with the promise of immense pleasure and heights of passion she had not imagined.