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The Night Manor ((Dampylle and Fizz))

Dampylle

Dampylle

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The city can be a dangerous place no matter who you are, there was a time when one would assume being a creature of the night was enough to elevate one to "The Top of the Food-chain" but that simply is not the case. Vampires, Lycanthropes, and any other number of creatures all have things they fear for one reason or another. Even those who do not fear the other things that go bump in the night though often seek out a haven or sanctuary in one form or another... A place to call home.

The city draws its own, Vampires are not uncommon for this is a place where the night has a life all its own. Be they businessmen, power brokers, or hedonists the city nights draw all breeds both mortal and otherwise. The swamps hold many secrets and a beauty all their own appreciated by many breeds and the soul of the city is as old as some of its residents if not more so. For creatures whose passions are as potent as their thirst, whose emotions can run to greater heights than most mortals dare dream... this city is a paradise unto itself

The pursuit of companionship, a place to call home, maybe even a family of some sort. It is in the end the simple things even creatures such as this take for granted in their long lives.

That is where the mansion simply called "The Night Manor" comes into things. Tucked away in a dark corner of the city near the waterfront and the bayou sits a vast mansion surrounded by weeping willows and thick woods. It has been maintained for as long as anyone can remember and has acted as a home or sanctuary of sorts for the local coven of vampires. Their benefactor holds only a few rules chief among them is that battle is not permitted within his walls, if battle is to be joined he asks that it be taken outside his home and estate. This is in a way why the coven chose to reside here, it is in a way why the Coven chose to reside here, it is a sanctuary... it is neutral ground... it is in the old vernacular "Elysium"
 
The night was warm and clear, a light mist drifted in from the bayou and seemed to swirl through the creeping kudzu vines. The manor was awash with the sounds of revelry for tonight was one of its masters lavish balls. Lanterns hung from polls spaced along the walk providing a dim swaying light that seemed to add to the mystique of the estate even as the mists swirled about the feet of those out and about on the grounds. Tonight's gala was a lavish costume affair and at the top of the stairs stood the master of the estate. His costume was a Victorian affair done entirely in blood red silk and velvet with a black leather belt and knee-boots, a matching cape obscured one of his arms and the upper half of his face was obscured by a stark white deaths head masque with dark accents.

The host of the gala had decided to masquerade as "The Mask of red Death" and as such only his dashing smile and impressive stature made it clear exactly who he was. His immense size and muscilature belied a grace and elegance that seemed unnatural and was exhibited with his every motion as he glided between the party goers nodding his greetings to those in attendance even as he towered over most of them and made his way out to the grand double doors and out onto the the grounds. The massive doors stood open to the night air so those gathered could enjoy the warm evening and so there was nary a pause as he stepped out onto the sizable deck of carved stone at the front of his home. He paused at the top of the stairs just outside the door though to survey those who even now approached his home and the grand gala being held within.
 
Many hours had been spent in preparation for the costume ball occurring at the manor. Of course Karris had to be just perfect. The makeup was immaculate and her hair was up in a complicated updo reminisce of ancient Rome. She had decided to go as Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and of the Dawn. Her costume was specially made for it; it was a billowy silk toga that faded from dark blue to teal, fringes of orange at the very bottom. Opal jewerly that reflected the color spectrum hung from her neck, arms, and hair. Truly she was a vision of beauty. Or at least she thought so.

The redheaded beauty rarely went to such events. She much preferred the hot pulse of a nightclub but her father mentioned talent scouts going there and she was determined to get noticed.

She arrived to the event in her car; a red corvette convertible that her daddy bought her as a graduation present. It was a beautiful vehicle and she was determined to have it. Thank goodness her father was easy to work over. She threw the keys over her shoulder at the valet, whom caught them with a quickness.

Perhaps if she paid attention to anyone besides herself she would have noticed that he was moving too fast for a normal person.

Many people were filing into the gala. Most people had dates hanging off of their arms. She was not so lucky. Then again it may make is easier for important men to approach her. Her clear heels clacked against the ground as she walked. She wasn't as graceful as most of the other women or men. However, there was a darker reason to that.
 
D's eyes gazes out from behind his mask, to him the night was as clear as a spring day to the humans who filed into this gala many seemingly unaware of just who and what they were mingling with. His eyes traveled across the crowd noting that many of his guests and those who resided in his home had already peeled attractive mortals from the fold to entertain themselves. Many would simply enjoy their night and then let their "dates" think it all a wonderful dream or fantasy, others would continue their dalliances hoping for companionship of one form or another. As for the elegant and eternal lord of this estate, he had not taken a companion for quite some time as he had no interest in passing flings and seldom was it that he found one who caught his eye and then stayed the course when the truth was finally made clear.

No he had spent many years alone as of late because unlike most of his kind he did not indulge his every hunger. He had grown jaded in such things in the days of Rome, but then again almost anyone who remembered those marble halls was likely rather jaded in such persuits. But he was nothing if not patient, another result of his long years, and so was willing to wait and watch till he found that diamond in the rough... that rare creature that would not simply catch his eye but hold his attention.

Such where his thoughts when his eyes landed upon a lovely redhead who had not been approached. He soon recognized her as a daughter of a man of influence and understood why... many of those here had influence to be sure, but sufficient history and influence to manage dalliances with such a woman was another beast all together. That was not to say some of the more uncouth among his kind would not attempt a passing fling with such a woman, such creatures seldom thought of the consequences of such random passion.


D on the other hand had ample influence and a cemetery full of empty graves with matching documents to hide his secret. So it was that he decided to meet the young woman who walked into this dark and enticing world. He could ensure no ill came from her visit, and perhaps she might provide him a change of pace from the usual events of these many nights. So it was that he seemed to almost glide down the stairs as he moved to meet her, his cape billowing ever so slightly even as the swaying lanterns cast shadows on his crimson garb and skull like mask. He reached her in what seemed like a single drawn out heart beat, a vision from a dark fantasy made real, and spoke in a rich baritone that was the sort of thing that women imagined in nights of restless sleep.

"Good evening madam, and welcome to my humble gala... might I have the pleasure of an introduction?"
 
Karris craned her neck around. So many people were here! So many beautiful people. Though, in her eyes, none were as lovely as herself. That was just an impossibility. Some of these people came close. Pale creatures with vivid eyes and unearthly grace waltzed around the entire room. Many openly stared at her and she wondered if they were so enthralled with her looks. It would not be the first time that she had entranced an entire room. The redhead smirked and walked further into the room. Despite all of the looking no had yet to approach her. Which confused her. They stared, so many stared, but none had found the courage to walk up to her. How very odd.

Finally someone came up. It was one of those beautiful men. Even at his size he was able to move with a grace that was beguiling. The young woman stared at him for a moment, trying to assess his standing by the way he was dressed. Obviously he was well to do, like everyone else here, but there was something else about him. Something that alluded a strength that made him instantly appealing. She flushed deeply.

She offered her hand willingly, expecting a kiss to be placed on it. It was just what men did when they met her. Even the younger males were so impressed with her looks they took every opportunity they could. Or that is what the overly vain young woman thought. She naturally assumed that every man wanted her or to be around her.

“It is a pleasure sir,” she said in bubbly, almost abrasive tones. Her looks were clearly her best quality. “I’m Karris McMahon. Isn’t it cute? It means heart in Gaelic! At least that is what mom thinks.”
 
D lifted her hand elegantly, for him some things were simply habits and he was very much a creature of the old world. His lips pressed to her hand gently and before he knew it his aura had flared a bit, he reigned it in as soon as he realized what was happening... seems many old habits were hard to break even for one such as him. His lips lingered upon her hand for a moment and then as he began to stand his old habits of seduction could not help but influence his actions, so his lips brushed her delicate wrist and as he stood he pulled her closer to him in a single smooth and elegant motion. He knew he was a massive man even by modern standards and he also knew that many found such things appealing.. his habits had over the years adapted to use that to his advantage.

In the hustle and bustle of the crowd he could not openly admire her but even a passing glance revealed she had the sort of curves that drove men to distraction. He used his massive frame and an elegant twirl to loop her arm with his even as he managed to taunt and tantalize her with what was clearly the sort of figure attributed to Adonis. Once he had her elegantly upon one of his massive and obviously muscled arms he spoke once more in those rich resonate tones of his.

"The pleasure is all mine Ms. Mcmahon... you may call me D, it is what most call me after all" his voice was the stuff of female fantasies. It was rich, resonate, and as smooth as honey. He flashed her a dazzling and dashing smile that like the rest of him seemed right out of a woman's restless dreams before he lead her along the walkway with that same eerie grace that seemed so much a part of everything he did. He spoke once more in those velvet tones of his as he lead her to the house, "Please allow me to show you around my humble abode madam, tis only proper as this seems your first visit."
 
Karris was not expecting to be pulled against the muscular form of the host. All of the muscles in her body tightened instinctively. There was something about him that placed her on edge. He had taken her breath away. Very few people had done that and those who had were certainly much different than him. Karris was into blonde, beach boys with lithe bodies and a pretty faces. This hulky man was just not her type. Yet she found herself charmed by this man and that, for some reason, frightened her.

“It is my first visit,” she said in her normally airy tones. “My father never let me go to this sort of thing before. At least not alone. He only let me come here because I promised to be back before 11 pm. God, I am eighteen years old and he treats me like a child still. Oh, well…”

The beautiful redhead gave a nervous smile to the man. Words slipped out of her mouth that she really didn’t want to say. His aura was breaking her guards down and making her nerves rattle at the same time. Though she could not pinpoint it as such. She was just being overwhelmed by him. It was easy to pull her around.
 
D was not sure quite what it was about the young Karris that piqued his interest but there was definitely something about her. The hulking giant took the curvaceous young red head and guided her through the crowd back towards the manor itself. Many of the oh so beautiful people in the party seemed to almost shy away from the giant that was their host when they noticed he had Karis on his arm though a few others suddenly eyed her with new interest and hunger almost as if jealous that either she had his eye or that he had her on his arm.

The towering vampire of course noticed all of this and let his aura flair with a power and authority that made most if not all the nightwalkers around him back away or lower their gazes. He let that potent aura hang in the air for a bit as he led Karris inside. He could see that some of the more rebellious vampires might make a move on her if he was not around and part of him was furious at the idea, but it was a part he pushed back down for the moment... he was usually quite capable when it came to restraining that animalistic side of himself. He nodded to the lovely red head and then spoke in those same rich velvety tones he had used earlier.

"Well then allow you to show you my humble home madam, and yes that is truly a sin... this city does not truly rouse from its slumber until the night is full and such a curfew means you have so little time to enjoy it. A tragedy that such a beautiful young woman should be treated like a child and deprived of the nights joys." Even as he spoke he led Karris through winding halls and towards one of his private galleries, he was not thinking per say beyond the thought that for now at least he wished to get her away from the hungry glances of the other vampires.

Though as they walked he had more of a chance to admire the tone of her long legs, the sway of her full hips and the way they tapered to her slim waist. Her full and firm bosom and the delicate column of her neck also did not escape his notice nor did her full lips and beautiful face. He could feel his own hungers wake a bit as he admired the young woman and as if reacting to that his feet guided them deeper into the manor and into a large gallery of marble statues and paintings that was otherwise quite empty.
 
The further that they got away from the crowd, the more nervous Karris became. There was safety in numbers. This guy certainly wouldn’t try anything with other people surrounding them. Her voice stuck in her throat, as if something was preventing her from speaking. The lovely young woman had never had a problem with speaking her mind before! Her eyes locked on to his and she felt faint but managed to keep her head about her. Or as much of her mind as she had before. Anything beyond herself was lost so it wasn’t like she had much to keep anyway.

Like a puppet being pulled along by string she was taken back towards his private gallery. No one else was invited. Though some eyed the pair hungrily. It was jealousy that marked their features. So dark that it frightened her even more. She did not know the creatures she was with but she knew that they were very dark people. She bit her lip and let out the smallest and most understated cries.

Further into his den she was drawn. Her heart slammed against her chest. There was not a thing she could do. Not while he held her. There was some strange power over her and she knew that she not going to be able to get away or clear her head. Finally, when they were in the gallery, she slipped from his grasp to look at the painting.

“So,” she said in squeak, “this is all lovely. Um…”

Though she had no clue. Art had never been her thing and she really didn’t get it. At least not with the invention of the camera. Paint and stone seemed like such an outdated medium. Not to mention, some people abused it. Like that Picasso guy.
 
The hungry and jealous looks of others did not go unnoticed by the towering vampire as he led the young beauty deeper into his home. In fact as he led her through that private gallery away from others his mind was already racing through possibilities and scenarios. So it was that he was just distracted enough for her to slip away and move towards one of the masterpieces that adorned his wall. As she moved away though he was able to more fully admire her figure and the way she moved, the sway of her hips and ass, the stride of her long legs. At the same time he could not help but notice how helpless she seemed, like a rabbit caught in a wolves den... lithe and curvaceous prey in his lair.

It was stirring a part of him that D usually kept under lock and key. His eyes took on a slightly more predatory leer though it was the subtle sort of thing that most would not notice and at the same time his aura began to pulse and flair ever more potently. The squeak in her voice and her naivety only served to further the image that was forming in his mind, she was a luscious bit of prey and he was feeling ever more like the titanic predator stalking his lovely prey.

So it was that D glided over to Karris and slid in close once more, his arm snaking its way around her waist even as he leaned in closer.. his potent aura washing over her more fully than before as he spoke with a slight growl of hunger and passion to his voice.

"Indeed... though not as lovely as the most recent arrival in this humble gallery... in fact it pales by comparison." his voice even with that hungry growl was like velvet and his lips drifted down to the delicate column of her neck even as his arm tightened powerfully around her waist. D could feel his control slipping as one of his powerful hands caressed her firm ass and his lips brushed her neck hungrily. Before he knew what he was doing he was teasing her tender flesh with his fangs even as his tongue danced out teasingly over her supple skin.
 
Karris was not expecting his advancement. She froze as his arm slipped around her slender waist. Lips fell on her neck and she gave a gasp. Hands came up to push at the wall of muscle of his chest. Eyes glassed over. There was something so wrong with this! It was more than the fondling, which she did not appreciate. An energy was coming from him! A horrible, terrible force that was binding her own self will. The redhead was not some slut! Just because he had a lot of money did not mean she would easily bend to his perversions.

“S-stop,” she managed to get out. Her eyes closed and she shook her head, in attempt to clear her head. He was not holding her too firmly. “I am not a whore!”

Again she managed to pull away. Her whole body was trembling and the fear in her eyes was evident. No way did she want to be there alone with him! Fear was shining in her eyes. Fear that was likely an aphrodisiac to the being before her. Oh! If she only knew. But she didn’t.

“I’m going back out to the party!” she exclaimed. Not home. Just back. There were still talent scouts and she still wanted to be a model and actress after all and people had shown great interest in her. “Don’t touch me again!”

With that she whirled around and began to walk towards the door. Her footfalls were faster than what she intended and, if she wasn’t so angry and panicked, she would have realized that she was running. The hurried clack of her heels sounding on the marble floor.
 
His predatory instincts were primed now, and her fear and her fleeing only served to further entice that darker and more animalistic part of him. He moved now like the predator with all the power and grace of his breed, though in degrees few lived long enough to develop. To the mortal eye he would have seemed to have vanished into thin air though the truth was he was simply moving to quickly for mortals to keep track of. In what must have seemed the blink of an eye he was at those massive doors, and with equally swift motions of his powerful arms he swung them closed and barred them with a large wrought iron beam. To observers the doors likely seemed to slam closed on their own as they were barred as if by magic... for by the time he stopped moving he was actually several feet away from the doors facing Karris as she approached. He let his hungry gaze fall upon her and shook his head even as his aura flared to full potency seeming to beat against the walls and doors as it filled the room.

"You know not what creatures lurk in these halls madam.... some would gladly ravish you and leave you a shell of your former self... though I can not blame them for succumbing to your beauteous charms." Even as he finished speaking he seemed to vanish once more, only to appear behind Karris this time. His massive arms wrapped around her holding her tightly this time as he leaned down and let his lips dance across her ear and then down to her neck with a passionate growl to his voice as he spoke, "This place is full of night walkers... Vampires... and they would gladly take you in oh so many ways."

Even as he spoke D could feel his own control slipping, in the end he too was a predator... and Karris was definitely a very delectable prey. His powerful arms held her tightly as he traced his fangs over her neck teasingly, those outside would want her for their own but he would not allow it. No he would claim her as his plaything and perhaps even make her a thrall... binding her to him would ensure no other went after her, and would leave her coming back for more. So with her held in those massively muscled arms he leaned down and sank his fangs into her supple throat, he drank slowly savoring the sweet taste of her blood and letting that dark pleasure wash over her even as she was bathed in his aura. When she began to melt into it he let one of his large hands wander to caress her large heaving breasts before sliding down to caress her shapely thighs while he drank of her letting the dark kiss ensure she would enjoy this.
 
Karris gasped and she careened backwards. Her arms flailed and she nearly fell. What was happening?! The doors had shut of their own accord! A scream caught in her throat. Terror was now flooding her better senses. Her heart was beating so loud that it was throbbing in her head. The words he spoke only worked to make her even more frightened. What? That made no sense! Vampires! There were no such things!

In a blink of an eye he was behind her. His arms pulled her against him and this time, no matter how hard she fought, he would not let her go. She thrashed and twisted but he kept her there. Frightened green eyes turned and met his own. Instantly she went limp, exposing her neck to him. His eyes had dazed her and left her open for anything.

Which he took advantage of. A low moan came from her as he sunk his fangs into her neck. Her body went limp in his arms as waves of pleasure from the dark kiss fell over her. Almost instantly she melted. Nipples stood pert as he palmed at them through the silky material of her gown. There was nothing protecting them, no bra, just that beautiful silk. Legs trembled and a wetness appeared between them. Her scent, sweet and lifting, filled the space they were in.

When he pulled away from her neck, her chest would be rising and falling rapidly. “I don’t understand… I can’t move… what have you done?”
 
D smiled as he ran his tongue slowly along the wounds left by his fangs sealing them without leaving even a mark. But he did not stop there, but rather began to lick and kiss hungrily at her neck as he still held her firmly to him with those massive powerful arms. His lips danced along her neck even as one hand slid lower to caress her thighs and the wetness that had grown there, the other hand caressed her heaving bosom through the thin silk paying particular attention to her hard and sensitive nipples. He was a predator with his prey in his grasp and his aura washed over her like a tidal wave even as his hands worked her body the way a master musician might play his chosen instrument. His voice though still like velvet was huskier and held a growl of passion as he spoke into her ear softly.

"I have given you but a taste of the pleasure I can give madam... a mere sample of the ecstasy you will see before you leave Karris... the dark kiss of a master vampire is a pleasure unlike anything you will find elsewhere, but i have even more potent pleasure in mind for you my beautiful enchantress." Though he did not tell her what he had in mind instead he worked her body to ever higher sensations. He let his tongue dance over her supple neck and then moved to the other side tilting her head so he had full access to the delicate column of her throat. While one hand skillfully worked between the beautiful Karris' shapely thighs D lifted his other hand to his own lips and pierced two of his fingers with his own fangs before leaning down to give Karris a second dose of that potent dark kiss. But that pleasure was but a prelude as when she gasped and moaned her pleasure he slipped his still bleeding fingers between her lips knowing she would suckle in her pleasure. He knew full well that excited as she was his blood would be like a drug to her driving her wild, and beyond even that it would bind her to him fully... she would be connected to him and subject to echoes of his own passion and hunger. There was no return now as she would in moments be a true thrall to the enigmatic D and that predatory side of him intended to take full advantage of her new status.
 
Karris’ mind was completely and utterly in a state of panic. Her body, on the other hand, was getting its fill of pleasure. The dark creature’s hands were all over her body. One came to rest between her legs. Through the material of her gown he stroked there, causing untold amounts of delight to wrack through her body. His other hand was playing with hard nipples, pushing the silk out of the way. The deep valley of her cleavage spotted red with the heat of her passions. This was certainly not what she wanted but she could not stop it.

Two fingers were pressed into her mouth and instinct told her to suckle upon the intrusion. Instantly a bitter and irony taste played across her taste buds and made her gag. By God! She had actually swallowed some! There was no way for her to spit out the rest. Not with her fingers still in his mouth. Without really thinking the beautiful redhead bit down on his fingers as hard as she could. Pain. She wanted to cause him enough pain that he would drop her.

His blood made her body hotter though and made it burn for more. She whimpered and writhed, trying to squirm away from his advances.
 
D continued to drink slowly from the buxom redhead even as she bit down on his fingers, it took a bit o self control to say the least but he did not jerk his hand away. Instead he left his fingers there and let her biting draw more blood from his pale flesh knowing it would only make the changes she would experience that much more potent. Meanwhile his talented hand worked between her thighs and was now slipping inside of the thin silk garment she wore to work masterfully at her most intimate of features. He drew out the dark kiss as long as he dared to before parting his lips from her neck and licking hungrily at her throat to lap of any missed blood and seal her wounds before he spun her around and lifted her from the ground as if she weighted nothing.

His poweful hands slid down to roughly and possessively grip and fondle her firm heart shaped ass even as he lifted her and parted her legs so that they splayed to either side of his massive frame. He pulled her against his massive frame so that the heated junction between her thighs was pressed to the massive bulge in his trousers, if she had any doubt that his more primal endowments matched his positively titanic frame... they were banished as soon as she could feel the gargantuan size of what hid in his expensive slacks. His powerful arms moved her in such a way as to rub her heated loins against his mammoth endowment even as his fangs were used to deftly pluck her sarong aside so that he could lick and suck passionately at her hard nipples and heaving breasts.
 
The girl squealed in both delight and terror as he began to grind that bulge against her moist slit. Sharp tremors of pleasure caused her body to twist and she swallowed more of the blood. Harder her teeth clamped down, harder. He had to give way soon! This could not feel good to him! Loud and desperate moans came from her clenched mouth. Her body was enjoying every second, his blood making her want that much more potent. Her wetness would start to soak through those expensive pants, ruining them in his hastiness to have her!

Finally she pulled her mouth away. Blood coated her white teeth and trickled down her chin and she instantly began to spit but there was not much she could do. Karris had been claimed, by force, by a vampire. He may have had her body broken but her mind, her mind was still hers! Somehow she managed to pull her legs back and with a surprising force for her condition she kicked him right above his important parts, right in the gut.

“Get off!” she screamed. “Get off! HELP! RAPE!”
 
They were deep inside his home, and the walls of the gallery were thick marble... so D had no worry that she would be heard. Beyond that her struggles only served to fuel the fires of the predatory side that had awoken. Her reaction was unexpected though he was fortunate that in his physique ensured that he was well prepaired for the blow. He stood and rolled his neck and massive shoulders as she scampered and screamed. He could feel the bond forming already, a powerful link that would bind her to him. He also knew that it meant her own passions and hungers would soon grow far beyond anything she had experienced before and he could make use of that.

He sent waves of his own passion and desire through the still forming bond, hoping that they would flood her own mind and thoughts. With his passion flowing out thus he could not longer ignore the vivid images in his own minds eye... images of her naked and writhing in pleasure, images of her hungrily servicing the giant pillar of flesh she had yet to see for herself, images of her covered in a sheen of sweat screaming in pleasure as he claimed her fully... her eyes filled with lust and want for her master as he did so. He did not know if the bond was yet strong enough for her to see those images but their affect on him was undeniable.

Again he seemed to vanish but this time he remained so for a few moments and she scrambled to regain her feet. When he reappeared it was sans his expensive costume, for the first time his strikingly beautiful face was revealed... sharp features and unearthly beauty clear for her to see for the first time. He had wrapped himself in a billowing silk robe though where it had came from he was sure she would not figure out in her current state. It was cinched around his waist with a silk belt and all of his scant attire was in the shade of deepest midnight blue. The outfit did nothing to conceal his massively muscled form or the giant bulge between his thighs. He still moved with unearthly speed and grace only this time he gripped Karris firmly and pressed her to the wall as his lips found hers for a heated and demanding kiss, his hand slipping between her thighs once more before stripping her sarong from her and then tearing her panties away as well.

The buxom beauty was not stripped bare before him, she had not yet realized she was his and it would take time before her mind could accept the changes that would happen but there was no turning back now regardless of what she might think. His powerful hands gripped her thighs and spread them even as he lifted her high against the wall and dove in to lick and suckle at her dripping folds, he would drive her mad with passion as the changes happened... if his plan worked it would make it easier for her to accept what he would give her though she may hold a grudge for a time regardless.
 
Karris was brought down by powerful images. Every scene was of her in the throws of intense and mind blowing orgasms. With a loud groan she fell to the ground and writhed for a few moments. The wardrobe change he underwent was completely and utterly lost on her. The redhead was now a prisoner of lust and abandon. How she hated him for it! How she hated herself! This whole thing was so confusing, her head swam desperately as it tried, and failed, to piece everything together.

The pain as her back hit the wall helped snap her out of the erotic fog she was in. Her beautiful gown laid at her feet, leaving her only in the pair of clear heels she had on. She squirmed in a feeble attempt to free herself but, as soon as his mouth wrapped around her waxed pussy, she stopped. White hot was the pleasure that he sent through her. Juices coated his chin. They were slick and smelt sweet. Delicious likely to a deviant like D. Eyes glassed with ecstasy and she completely relaxed.

“What… what is this?” she groaned. “I feel so strange! So hot! What are you… ah… doing to me?”

Though she knew what was happening. A virgin she may have been but she had brought herself to climax before. Masturbation was something she did when she woke up and when she was trying to sleep. She was not unfamiliar with it. Feet rested on his shoulders and her back arched against the hard wall.

"I hate you!"
 
D growled his passion in between hungrily licks and sucklings at Karris' swollen clit and dripping folds. He next plunged his long thick tongue deeply into her dripping folds as his hands once more began to fondle her firm ass. He was pleased to find her pussy waxed bare... it was such a sinful sight and he enjoyed the smooth feel of her dripping folds. It was with that passionate growl that he answered her, "I am giving you pleasure my pet... I want to help you enjoy your new gifts, and to do so I will gladly make you shiver and quake in passion."

In his minds eye images of her embracing her passions still played and spurred D on, images of her smiling and licking her own lips clean after servicing him... or of her bending over and giving him looks of smoldering lust before he took her like an animal. He thrust his long thick tongue more deeply into her dripping folds with a passionate growl using the vibrations of his own voice to further add to her pleasure. Meanwhile the massive rod of flesh between his thighs had risen to full mast and was throbbing with his desire... of she were to slide from her perch upon his shoulders she would risk impaling herself upon his massive length and girth.
 
It was amazing! Pure pleasure pulsed between her legs and it wasn’t long until she was crying out her passions. The long, thick tongue rubbed and caressed the most sensitive parts of her. Closer and closer her brought her to that edge. Forgotten was the hate and the anger in the haze of this sexual bliss. Her hips rocked against his face. Her breath caught in her chest and it rose up and down quickly, so close. Hands came up to pluck and even twist at her own nipples.

“Please,” she begged. When she was off of her high, she would hate herself for what was happening now. For what she was going to do. This creature of the night had taken her without her permission and thrust the girl into a life that she would regret for the rest of her life. “Please! I am about to cum!”

All of her muscles began to tighten. It was a shame that her body could not last very long as of yet. He would likely wear her out multiple times that night, perhaps even cause her to pass out. Karris was now a complete slave to her own lusts and desires. The images that played through his mind had been forced upon hers and it aroused her even more.
 
D knew this was the first crumbling of her resistance to what he was offering. So he thrust that inhumanely long and thick tongue deeply into her thrusting it deep enough to take her innocence and gladly sucking down the blood of its passing... even bearing his fangs a bit and then dragging them over her clit. His large powerful finger sunk into her tight ass even as his thick tongue took her virginity and his aura flared all the more for it. He worked to set her off with his considerable skills until she quaked upon his shoulders and cried out... that ungodly tongue of his lapping up her blood and nectar the entire time with a passionate growl.

His hunger was not sated though, if anything capturing his prey had only driven him to greater passions and the massive pillar of flesh standing erect between his thighs was a testament to that. When Karris had finished quaking in pleasure he pulled his massive tongue free from her dripping folds and licked his lips before letting her feet finally touch the ground. This giant cock though was pressed to her making it clear that this hulking giant was still very much primed for acts of passion. He ran a hand through her crimson hair and then leaned down to kiss her passionately, it was not a gentle kiss either but rather a dominant one that spoke of hunger yet to be sated. He knew that by now his own passion and hunger must be bleeding into her body and mind... she was his thrall now and would feel his passion and hunger, by now she no doubt likewise was plagued by the same images of carnal passion that plagued his own mind... he knew she would not likely make her curfew, but there were ways to deal with that later... for now he was going to enjoy his lovely thrall to the fullest.
 
Eyes snapped open as a jolt of sharp pain disrupted her pleasure. Tears lined her eyes and she sucked in a harsh breath. Another pain, less intense than the first, followed. A large object had been shoved up her ass. At least it felt huge! Squirming she attempted to free herself from the discomfort but like before, she found herself succumbing to the perfect sexual bliss that was pumping through her body. Finally with a desperate cry she released that delightfully sickening tension between her legs in a torrent of juices.

The kiss was met with eager and half dazed action. That was the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt! Though she did not know that it was with his tongue that he took her virginity. Not until it poked its was into her mouth. Blood, tart and metallic, danced across her tongue. Panic seized her. What was happening? A flash of him mounting her like a dog. A groan escaped her lips and she relaxed, opening up her mouth more to him. More images came, getting more disturbing. He though she belonged completely to him and he intended to use her as such. Normally this would have terrified the self centered redhead but now it seemed to have pleased her.

A shy hand reached down and began to touch and fiddle with his hardness as they kissed.
 
D felt her small hand attempt to encircle his immense girth, it throbbed his pleasure at her touch. His large powerful hands slide down along her back to caress and fondle her firm ass while she began to stroke his gargantuan cock. He smiled and growled his pleasure into that kiss as it became more heated and passionate. He gave into his lust and hunger and the kiss was heated and animalistic by the time he broke it to lean down to kiss and lick at her neck as one of his hands slid up to fondle and caress her impressive tits and pinch at her hard nipples. He knew by now both their minds were likely awash with lustful passions and lewd images of carnal fantasy. He gave a throaty chuckle and finally spoke once more in a voice thick with lust and passion.

"I see you found something you seem to like my buxom beauty, I did not picture such a sweet and elegant beauty as a size queen... though I will not complain if you are, as you can tell I am quite suited to handling such cravings." he gave another throaty chuckle before letting his fangs trace teasingly over her neck once more, he knew the pleasure of that dark kiss was likely still fresh in her mind but this is what he wanted right now... she was his thrall now after all and this night would seem tame by comparison to some of what would likely come later on as her changes progressed and her own passions grew to meet his and the bond become more permenant.
 
What could Karris do? Her mind was assaulted with the images that ran through his. Breath came harder and harder until her chest rose and fall in a way that she could scarcely catch it. Every pinch and twist of her nipples caused her to moan. A size queen? This was the first time she had even touched a cock! His felt colder than he imagined one to feel. That was probably because his body wasn’t technically alive. Her hand stroked and tugged with earnest at the huge piece of hard flesh.

A sigh of pure pleasure came from her lips as he teased her neck. Of course she remembered how that kiss felt. Already her body was addicted to the crimson kiss that was forced upon her. More! She wanted more! To show this her hand worked harder on the now pulsating member. Later she would be angry. Later she was likely going to kick and scream and demand that this bastard be called out on rape charges. Deep down this was not what she wanted. However her body was demanding that he take her. Her mind could not hide from the hard fucking it was receiving.

“Anything you want,” she replied in that drone that Thralls had at first. “If you want me to want it, I will want it.”
 
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