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The Night Manor ((Dampylle and Fizz))

The ancient vampire knew that her droning was the first sign of her full status as a thrall, it would take time for her mind to adapt to the link she now had to him... for now she was a slave to his desires as they tainted and changed her own to some degree. His hungers and desires would be part of her now as she was linked to him, but in time she would regain herself even as she learned to deal with her new cravings and desires. He smiled as she stroked his massive rod, he had a few modern women who were size queens warm his bed in the past to slake his lusts... and they had all been most impressed with the giant cock that Karris now stroked. He had never bothered to measure it but knew from just looking it was over a foot in length and so large around that one could not close their hand around its impressive girth. He suddenly found himself hoping Karris did turn out to be a size queen, it would ensure that she enjoyed his massive member immensely and craved it even when she had calmed down.

that casual thought was likely unwise, but in his predatory and animalistic state it never occurred to him that his desires and lusts at that moment when she was still adjusting to her new state might have profound impact on her in the long term. He however growled a passionate response as she stroked his huge dick, "Oh I do my beautiful Karris, I do want you to crave and love this giant cock of mine... after all I am sure you will be getting ample use out of it, so why not enjoy yourself in the process... I think it is time I let you sample it and see if you really are a size queen."

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to a large stone and mahogany table, it had been an esoteric artists interpretation of the round table legend, but for now it would serve for her to lay upon as she sampled his sizable endowment. He spread her shapely thighs and then began to rub the huge swollen head of his member against her dripping folds before pressing just hard enough to spread her tight cunt wide and sink the first few inches in to stretch and stuff her, he held it there for a time to give her time to adjust to its size and react to her latest experience.
 
It did not register what was happening. Her mind was swimming with the images that D pressed upon her. There was no world around her. It had dissolved long ago as she was awash in pleasure and forced pictures of carnal bliss. All she could do was tug on the ridged flesh and say ‘yes’ to whatever comment he may have made to her. Karris McMahon was nothing but a slut puppet that night. Everything he wanted he would get. Except for her mind. When she came to her mind would still be completely and utterly hers. When she was able to think strait she would keep it that way. No one used her beautiful body as a cum dumpster. No one.

Suddenly a sharp pain went through her body. He had laid her on a cool wooden and stone table. From their he a had proceeded to press inside of her. Though he had already taken her virginity the sheer size of him was tearing the small and tight walls of her pussy. She whimpered pathetically and the images ebbed away enough for the glassines in her eyes to clear.

“Stop,” she said through a gasp. Hands came up to grab his arms and she attempted to push him off. There was no strength in her limbs though and she flopped back down on the table, completely and utterly exhausted. She knew that she was a particularly tasty looking treat. The fear on her face was likely an added bonus for the monster towering above her, pushing his monster of a cock into a hole that would not possibly fit it. “W-why me?”
 
D actually did pause, his mammoth member only halfway into the curvacous beauty who lay beneath him. Even in that anamalistic state he decided to let her have the time to adjust to the huge invader now thrust into her dripping folds. He instead leaned down to kiss and lick at her heaving breasts as she lay there paying perticular attention to the hard and sensitive nubs of her nipples. He continued these actions as she gasped out her question and thought on how to answer for a time while suckling on her bountiful breasts.

"your beauty, your fire, your strength... I take no pleasure from those who have no passion or strength... I did not plan this but there is something so very tantalizing about you madam, and once you were here it became clear that someone would lay claim to you before nights end." he suckled hungrily at her full breasts before leaning up to lick at her neck hungrily once more, it was no simple task to form eloquent thoughts through the raw animal hunger she had stirred in him but somehow he managed, "As ravenous as I may be when the beast within me is woke, I am not a cruel man... you will be safer with me than most of those gathered here... so though not entirely altruistic there is some nobility in my reason."

He could not help but roll his hips a bit hoping to stimulate her dripping folds further as she lay there beneath him, for even though he had managed to speak his mind... it was still rife with images of carnal passion and pleasure shared between him and the lovely Karris.
 
Karris’ head lolled to the side as he explained himself. If it weren’t for the raw sexual energy that this creature was pumping in to her she would have passed out. When he was done with her, she was going to. There would be nothing to keep her from fading into that darkness. Pleasure pulsed from his lips and she found herself groaning loudly. At least he was making sure that she was enjoying it somewhat. It was amazing that he wanted that. Then again it was probably part of the process. If she wanted to do this it would make things so much easier for him later.

“I don’t understand,” the redhead managed and she braced herself. More of those thoughts assaulted her. Now he had her resting on her head, pounding into her pussy with no remorse. In the fantasy she was moaning and asking for more. No. Begging for it. She cried up and shifted her hips, sending him deeper inside of her. Instinct kicked in and her hips rocked, sending torrents of pleasure. “I am so… so… confused! How is this not cruel? I don’t… no… ah…”

She fell into loud throaty moans and she completely blanked again. The bond flared and she was now in Thrall mode again. “Please master, use me anyway you want.”
 
D could not restrain himself once she gave in once more, he growled his passion and rolled his hips once more as he began to work more of his considerable girth into her tight folds. The rational part of his mind through struggled knowing that even in this thralled state as she adjusted she was aware... and that meant he could still answer her if he could gather his mind enough to speak rather than revert back to simply ravishing her lush body. It was a struggle as forming the bond between master and thrall was taxing on him as well. His own essence as well as his desires and passions were pouring through that bond to make her his and ensure she knew how to and could serve her master. Ot taxed him though finally he did manage to speak once more.

"Because I can ensure you are protected, that you benefit... that you are not turned into some mindless toy... that aside from what can not be prevented you remain yourself... others would not be so kind, they would see you only as a toy... as property." it was all he could manage before he again was lost to his pleasure, he resumed working his mammoth cock into her tight folds and suckled hungrily at her large firm tits before leaning up to kiss her passionately and with a growl and a husky tone spoke once more though this time it was clearly his more bestial side in control, "but right now I need to fuck you my luscious beauty, to show you the pleasure only your masters giant cock can give you."

He began to withdraw his gargantuan prick only to begin working it back into her before it was fully removed. Though he was making sure to roll his hips and take his time so that he could stretch her tight cunt. He was determined to prepare her for what would come later once her changes were complete. He growled his passion as he buried his entire length in the velvet clutch of her wet folds... he could not resist anymore and soon was ravishing her like a beast, pounding into her passionately as he once more sucked and bit at her impressive bust.
 
Her world went completely blank and was replace by the most sinful pleasure someone could ever experience. Each thrust was pure ecstasy and soon she was letting out screams of her passions. This vampire had claimed Karris McMahon; the loveliest and most self centered human at the event. Likely the only human at that entire event that could rouse the interest of so many. For all saw her traits and all wanted to fuck them out of her. Such a woman would be a prize if they were properly enthralled. And D had simply swooped in and, to protect her, had done just that.

“Maaaaster!” she groaned loudly. Large breasts bounced as he took her. His primal and animalistic fucking was causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce without much restraint. There was a look between pain a pleasure but it was certainly something she was enjoying. Underneath it all she wanted to be taught. Wanted to be disciplined. A entire life she had been given everything that she had ever wanted; no one had questioned her.

“Master!” she cried out again. Any being with sensitive was likely to hear her. She was being much louder now than when she had screamed rape. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and they slipped down over her heart shaped face. What a sight she must have been! The virgin was moaning like some well paid whore as he pounded without mercy and remorse into her.
 
D growled his passion as she screamed master through her moans, he was a beast of lust at this point. He pounded the entirety of his massive cock into her with every stroke and watched with clear and evident lust as her large tits bounced and jiggled with each powerful thrust of his mammoth member. He did not care if the others outside heard at this point since she was his now... that animalistic part of him smiled at her being claimed. She was his thrall and at this moment was seemingly relishing every moment of the thorough and primal fucking she was receiving.

The sight of the slight pain as she still adjusted to his massive size and his brutal thrusts only served to drive that animalistic side of him even more wild. He leaned down to kiss her hungrily and passionately loving the wanton look in her eyes. He broke the kiss and resumed his kissing and biting at her large bouncing breasts. The sound of her wanton moans, making her sound like a slut for her masters huge dick and he loved the sound of it... knowing she was a virginal beauty acting like a whore for her new master simply drove him wild and he growled in a voice thick with lust.

"Master loves stretching your tight cunt Karris, loves the way you moan for me like a horny slut hungry for your masters giant cock." he bit and suckled hungrily at her tits biting at her nipples and letting his hands roam openly over her lush curves, he fondled her ass and gripped her hips roughly as he pounded into her feeling his massive member swelling even larger with his pleasure and passion.
 
The harder he moved the more pleasure the beautiful redhead received. Now she was learning that pleasure and pain were a delightful mix. The sting made everything else all that more powerful. Nothing had ever driven her to such heights! How she loved it! Karris was spinning out of control and was not considered a proper thrall yet. For she was too quickly approaching that second climax of the night and was arching her back drastically.

Then it hit her and she saw lights! A powerful force surged through her loins and, with a loud scream, she squirted. His hard thrusting splattered her juices, making them fall on her stomach and ass. She collapsed on the table and black dots swam in front of her eyes. The darkness was taking her. Karris fought to keep consciousness but this first stage of thralldom had made it hard to do so. The beautiful young woman’s eyes rolled back and her head lolled to the side. At that moment she knew no more, only the throbbing of his cock between her legs.

Upon waking she would be herself mostly. His fucking would feel more like a dream than anything. Until she was reminded of it…
 
Her earth shattering climax was sufficient to push her animalistic master over the edge and with a powerful growl of passion his massive member swelled and began to fill her with his thick cream. He watched as she thrashed and litterally passed out from the pelasure of their wild fucking and then closed his eyes as she lay there beneath him truly stuffed full of his cock and their mixing fluids. His breathing was ragged at first but began to even out and by the time his eyes opened once more he had regained some semblance of composure. He saw her laying there beneath him looking utterly sated and thoroughly fucked. He was a bit surprised at how brutally dominant he had become, he gently withdrew himself from her freshly stretched pussy and then lifted her unconscious form in his powerful arms and carried her to what appeared to be a solid stone wall.

He ran his hand along the filigree of the wall, its ornately inlaid stone carvings. His deft hand pressed, slid, and twisted various accents and the result was a loud click and the sound of moving gears as the wall sunk into a recess and then slid to the side to reveal an ornately carved secret passage. He gathered his costume and hers and then carried her into the passage letting that secret door slide closed behind him. He carried her through dimly lit halls and eventually reached a lavish hidden sanctum. It was a living space fit for a king with the most extravagant finery and even the modern niceties, no doubt added over time as new amenities developed. He lay Karris upon an extravagant king sized bed and then drew covers up over her exhausted yet still sinfully tempting form.

As she lay there he took a seat in the large chair beside the bed and closed his eyes. Making her a thrall had taken its toll on him as well though not enough that he would need to sleep. He instead used this time to explore their new bond and do what he could to ease her change and transition.
 
Slowly she woke up. The room around her materialized in dots of faded color. A thudding throb sounded in her temples and she let out a loud groan. What had happened to her? The lower part of her body was stiff and sore and she could scarcely move her legs. Desperately she wanted to curl up in a ball. It felt like she had been through Hell, she could even taste a faint bit of blood on her tongue. The more her surroundings came in to focus the more she realized that this was not her bedroom!

Karris sat strait up. All of the blood drained from her face as she remembered everything that had just happened. This must have been the bed of that monster who had taken her! Tears bit at her beautiful bright green eyes. She was so angry! It burnt like a brand and made her ill. Where was he?! Where was he?! Then she saw his eyes in the darkness. Like a deadly predator they flashed and shone in very little light. If her body did not hurt so much, she would have flown at him and started to tear his face asunder.

“Take me home,” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I don’t care how badly you want me to be your fuck slave, I want to go home. You got what you want. I hope you’re happy with it. I just want to go home!”
 
D sat quietly for a moment in his expensive chair and let his eyes rest upon his newly awakened thrall. It was clear she still did not entirely understand what had happened and that likely also meant that the changes were still slowly occurring. It was impossible to tell how long those changes would take for any given person. Some changed so swiftly that it was almost like being turned but for others it could be hours or even as much as a few days as the changes slowly occured... as their bodies became stronger, they needed less sleep or food, and their passions grew stronger and stronger the whole time. Then there was the bond... it too was still forming and as it did she would be linked to him in ways she might not yet imagine. It was not just his lusts that she could feel it was echoes of emotion, it was needs and wants, it was a link that if forced made some people total slaves to their masters. But that is not what he intended for her at all. It was true that her passions, her lusts, and even some of her desires or fantasies would likely shift or change due to being touched by his own... but those unavoidable changes were all he would allow if he could help it.

He wanted her to remain herself as much as possible, it was her bubbly nature and the strength she hid that had captured his attention as much as her beauty. He hoped that only those unavoidable shifts would occur... though part of him worried as though it was rare some could form more powerful bonds than the average human as well. If she was such a person there was no telling how much his mind might affect hers. He held hope that she would be one of the more resilient ones and retain much of herself. So it was that he finally answered her speaking softly in those rich and elegant tones of his.

"I can take you home if you insist madam, but the changes are only just beginning... while no others will pursue you now that you are claimed and bound to me Karris I can not say for sure to what extent the bond forming will affect you. I do not want to make you some kind of fuck slave... if I desired something so simple as that then I would not have spent so long alone. I will not force you to stay though I would rather you did so I can help you with this... and I can tell you without any doubt that even if I take you home you will return here in time."
 
This was different. Karris looked at him. There was a look of disbelief on her nearly perfect face. This was not the man that had taken her without mercy. Quietly she sat with eyes locked on him. Gears in her head turned as she tried to work towards an absolution but her mind was blanked. A horrid thirst had taken over her. Her lips trembled and she looked at him desperately. Damn it. He was right. Tears of frustration burnt her eyes and she let out a screech that would likely hurt his ears.

“I still don’t understand why!” she exclaimed and she threw herself to the bed, clinging to the mattress so she did not try and get blood from him. That was repulsive in her eyes. Drinking blood was completely and utterly disgusting. “I am not so special! Beautiful, yes, but there are a lot of beautiful girls!” It seemed that this situation was giving her perspective. Her stomach gave a churn and the thirst was worse. “Wasn’t there a better way to protect me?! I… I…”

She grabbed a pillow and slammed it down on her head to stifle a loud scream. Vampires! There were vampires?! Not only were there vampires but one had taken her as his ‘bride’ for reasons that she did not quite understand. Too much, too soon was driving her completely mad! She then let out another scream and tossed the pillow at him and then another.

“Why did you have to force me?!”
 
D had not anticipated what amounted to a temper tantrum from the buxom red haired beauty on his bed. Though he understood her need to lash out and vent her frustration so he made no move to avoid the pillows as she threw them at him. He sat there calmly and let her vent her rage though he also noted a certain glint in her eye... she wanted more already, that was unexpected and he was not sure exactly what it might mean. He had seen some thralls who developed quite the taste for their masters blood coming to savor the taste like fine wine... and others who came to crave it like a drug but never developed a liking for the taste. He had long assumed that such things were subtle differences in the individual changes as such things varied from one person to another.

Finally when there was a break in her cries he spoke once more in the same soft tones, "I do not think you give yourself enough credit Karris. There is a strength to you that you may not even realize yet but others can see it. I am sorry but I could think of no other way to ensure your safety... This was the best course I could conceive to protect you from the largest number of the more undesirable members of my breed. Even with this some might attempt to take you even knowing they could not bind you to them... but if they did I could find you the same way you could feel my passions when they were stirred."

Her last comment struck him more severely than he anticipated and likely more deeply than she realized. It was sufficient that he turned his gaze from her and down to the floors noting the lavish furs and oriental rugs that covered the marble tiles. He felt guilt and anger at himself in those moments for not finding a better way and hoped she would not notice it... he feared what reaction it might cause and so he worked to mask those feelings from her as he answered her last question.

"I did not want to... I hoped to ease you into things... but when you panicked I feared someone would snatch you up... and my kind are all predators on some level... I suppose you stirred something in me when I moved to pursue you... and I lost control just as your panic caused you too... I am sorry."
 
Her lips trembled and she glared at him. He was blaming her?! Tears reformed in her eyes and she began to weep. She hid her face in her hands. Torrents of potent emotions were going through her. The change had made her love him, forced her to love him! She loathed him for it! She was sad for her virginity to be lost like this, mourning the fact it was taken from her. Without thinking she began to dig her nails into her face, as if she wanted to tear it off before bending over from an acute pain in her stomach. It was from how sick she was feeling.

“It’s not my fault!” she groaned. Each passing second made her thirstier. A bead of sweat rolled down her face and she gripped the sheets again. Every fiber of her being was fighting this change and it made for choppy and hectic emotional waters. “I said no! I begged! I was so scared!” How was she supposed to act when a strange man was pawing at her ass!?

More pillows were thrown and she nearly tore the sheets off of the bed.

“Sorry doesn’t give me back what I’ve lost!” she continued. “This was supposed to be a good night for me! I was supposed to be scouted here! Not raped! My future is gone!”
 
D could see she was in pain and in more ways than one. He stood as she continued to hurl pillows at him and made his way towards the bed. While she had slept he had found the silk pajama pants that matched his robe and now wore them as he moved over and then sat on the bed taking her hands gently in his own massive hands. He spoke softly as he held her hands gently both to comfort and to ensure she did not harm herself.

"No it is not your fault... I panicked as you did and let myself be swept up in the moment... I lost control... but I did and still do want to protect you Karris." Without thinking he let his mental defenses drop and lifted her hands to place a single soft kiss upon her hands before he continued speaking, "It still can be a good night... your future is not gone. You are still a lovely young woman and I could arrange for such scouts... I could try to help give you the time you hoped for as a model... I can not promise anything but I could try."

He again felt the guild at what he had done and turned his gaze away, this time it fell on the walks that had been carved from the natural stone so long ago, to the rich wood paneling that had been added starting about a foot above the floor where the marble ended. This was his private sanctuary and had evolved over time as the house above did... he had never anticipated bringing anyone here like this and it dawned on him that this is where he came to escape, but at this moment there was no escaping what he had done.
 
She hated that he was clothed and she was still naked. It made her feel more vulnerable. Easily he could slip his pants down enough to have his way with her. No reprieve was going to come for her! This was going to be her life. His words were hallow. Arrange something? Arrange something?! Karris roughly bit down on his shoulder letting out a brutal scream. Untold damage had been done to her and he thought that he could bring back her future with a half hearted promise about possibly getting something set up! This was unbelievable! What sort of creature did this to someone else?! It was just a brutal and wicked thing to do!

She bit until her teeth hurt and she let go with a cry. Her body was trembling and she felt completely and utterly helpless, useless, and pointless. All she wanted to do was be dead. Then she would not have to live with the ache of what happened. Her career, no matter what he said, would be ruined. Being a model means having a semblance of self confidence. Hers had been completely shattered.

“Saying you’ll try is horseshit!” she snapped at him. Karris rarely swore. From a young age she had been told that it made you look trashy. It was quite the testament to how upset she was for her to be saying something vulgar. “You know it is! You took me so you could keep me locked away!”

It was a wild accusation but she was feeling lost and frightened. Something like this had never happened to her. Boys hadn’t even dragged her off to a lone corner and made out with her before. This all was so sudden. She felt as if she was going to be sick! Bile rose in her throat, up to her mouth but she managed to swallow it back down. Her eyes spaced for a moment and she fell limp into his arms.

Yes. She was turning into a Thrall but it was one Hell of a battle brewing within her.
 
D could tell she was struggling and this was far harder on her than he had wished for it to be. He also could not help but notice the way she seemed so uncomfortable. Then she dug her teeth into his broad well muscled shoulders, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes... she could not know how such things would affect him or rouse his passions yet. He managed to restrain himself as she dug her teeth in deeply and then He reached over to the bedside nightstand and retreived her costume and lay it on the bed beside her, then took off his robe and draped it over her shoulders before standing once more... he often forgot how vulnerable or self conscious humans could feel... they were conditions he had not experienced for a very long time.

He then simply sat there as she lay limp against him, he wrapped those massive arms around her hoping to comfort her with such a simple embrace though he somehow doubted it would be enough. He held her gently and stroked her hair without really giving it much thought. He had not realized this would be so hard on her and he began to question if he had really done her any good in his attempts to help her. He did however speak softly to her in those rich velvet tones of his.

"No sweet Karris... I did not want to hide you away in some dark place, such a vibrant and beautiful young woman should not be locked away from the world... I will do all I can to help if you wish madam, but that decision has to be yours... I can only try and make things better, I can not change what has happened."
 
He was mocking her! Desperately she grabbed at her dress and held it to her body. There were bruises on her once flawless skin. Bruises caused by the man that was now acting like a gentleman. Could vampires be bipolar? Desperately she wanted to raise her hands and hit him as hard as she could. Yet her mind and body were still battling it out and all she could do was lay there and, whenever there was a lull in the fighting, say something.

Heavy breaths escaped her lungs and she stared up at him blankly. So much was going on. Too much had gone on that night and she could not comprehend it all. What else could she do? There was nothing for her to think about. There was one thing and one thing only that she would do for the rest of her life and it wasn’t modeling. Obey. It made her bitter. Angry. And she hated this man who stole her life away all the more. Truly he did not comprehend the severity of his actions. Karris McMahon would never be the same. She had been crushed by this. Positively crushed.

“I hate you,” she managed to croak out. “You destroyed me. I hate myself for letting you. I just wish I was dead.”
 
D was shocked both by her deceleration of how she felt about all this, and at the venom in her voice when she said she hated him. He was not sure how to comfort the distraught beauty as he watched her struggle with her changes. His touch was gentle as he brushed her hair and then came up to gently cradle her beautiful heart shaped face. His eyes at that moment were quite sad and lonely, though he struggled to wall those emotions and thoughts away so that she would not sense them... his guilt was his own and she need not suffer further for it. Finally he spoke softly closing his own eyes once more hoping she had not noticed his pain in them.

"Do not say such things madam... hate me if you must, but do not blame yourself for an old mans weakness... I lost control and that is my sin and my burden alone... I will do anything i can to help see to it that you can smile once more Karris." He stood and stepped away from the bed... it seemed clear to him that his attempts to comfort were doing little good. So he headed for the door to give her some privacy. He paused to call back over his shoulder without turning, "If you need anything or decide you want me to have the limo take you home please call and I will return." with that he headed out into the main lounge just outside the bedroom and poured himself a glass of vintage scotch downing it in one go... and cursing his vampiric constitution for not letting it affect him as it once would have.
 
When he left she simply curled up in a ball and wept. Loudly. She had never been able to conceal her emotions and now she was unable to do anything but weep. This process was putting her through her paces and she was not used to it. Whatever she wanted had been given to her. She never had to worry about being forced to do anything that she did not want to. Control had always been hers. Always. Now there was nothing she could do but she fought and fought and fought.

Soon her screams and cries would dwindle down, being replaced but soft whimpers and coughs. Her throat had gone hoarse, which was likely a very welcomed reprieve from her constant noise. Which frustrated Karris. Her ability to lash out had been striped away from her. This was a horrible, horrible night. How dare he think it could be salvaged by a few scant words and empty promises!

Then the noises stopped altogether. The girl had made herself pass out. If the pain would not go away on its own she would sleep until it went away. It made sense to her at any rate. All he would hear would be the soft and tender breathing of a sleeping woman.
 
D could tell she had worn herself out and was asleep in his bed. He slipped silently into the room and gently placed her in a comfortable position using his many plush pillows and then pulled the blankets up to cover her before he slipped into the other room to make a few phone calls. He arranged for her father to be told she got a bit tipsy on spiked punch and so he kept her here for her own safety as he was not sure he trusted a cab given her attire and his own driver was ill from the same spiked punch. He apologized for letting such a thing happen and when he was sure all was handled he hung up the phone.

He glided silently back into the room and double checked to make sure that Karris was resting comfortably. Once he was sure she was he dimmed the lights for her and then made his way back out to the main lounge. He did not even bother with the glass this time and simply took the bottle of vintage scotch and took a long drought strait from the bottle. He sat down in a large plush chair and closed his eyes, his thoughts lingering darkly on how he seemed to have so horribly handled this situation and the very person he hoped to help and protect now seemed to despise him. He knew the bottle would not last long and so he gathered 3 identical bottles and set them beside his chair as he sat there with his own dark thoughts.
 
The change took her as she rested, his predator’s blood attacking her when she was at her weakest. Dreams, hot and fevered, assaulted her. Tossing fits of moaning and writhing. It was clear what was lurking within her mind at those points of the night. The scent of her arousal filled the room. Finally, close to dawn, the beautiful girl finally awoke again. The throbbing between her legs was unbearable. She needed to be taken now. Karris groaned out. She could not see him. Had she scared him off? It wasn’t a very nice thing for her to do, even if she did it out of frustration.

“Hello?” she called as she pulled herself from the warm covers of the bed. “Hey! Are you here? I have a problem that I can’t fix by myself…”

She loathed herself for wanting to lay with him again. He had done terrible things to her and now she was craving the thing that had tore through her so brutally. She needed it more than anything in that moment. How terrible was that?!
 
D had not rested though the drink had dulled his misery at her comments a bit, a downside to what he had become so long ago though was that even with all four bottles empty that was all it could do... dull the sensations. He could hear here in the other room panting with apparent passion and before long his keen senses easily detected the scent of her obvious arrousal. He did not delve into the connection though wanting to offer her some measure of privacy... though he was sure that the changes had likely taken hold by now to some degree or another.

Then he heard her shifting in the room, and finally he heard her call for him with what sounded like a certain need in her voice. He stood and made his way back towards the bedroom with his usual elegant grace. He had left his robe there for her before she fell into that fitful slumber and so was clad only in the silk bottoms as he entered the dimly lit room. His hulking muscular torso and arms left bare to her eyes even as his long dark hair fell past his shoulders framing that carved visage of masculine beauty. His eyes fell upon her in the bed and finally he spoke softly in those rich velvety tones.

"What troubles you Karris?" though as his eyes traveled her form he could see the light sheen of sweat and the way her large breasts heaved ever so slightly. Then there was that hint of her scent... he had a fairly good idea what it was she needed help with but he would not force himself on her again... he had already risked ruining anything they might have developed by doing that before.
 
As she saw him the thud between her legs had gotten worse. In her eyes danced a mix of lust and hate and she bit her lip, running a hand down her stomach and thigh. There was no denying how much she needed him in that moment. This type of horny was hard to get rid off by herself; she never had experienced something so intense. It was going to drive her completely and utterly mad. In that moment she had decided that she could use him for sex. Like he had used her. Yes. She was still furious with him but the thralldom had intertwined her to him and she was going to make sure at least one part of her was sated.

When he reached the end of the bed she sat up and, without any sort of play or teasing her hand began to move over the sizable outline hidden by the silk pants. She looked up at him and gave a faint coo. That huge cock had so completely destroyed her last night. Had made her cum so hard that she passed out. She wanted that again. Would he be able to do it?

“I need to be fucked again because of you,” she growled. There was anger behind the words but also a hint of playfulness.
 
D could not help but notice the lust in her eyes, he wondered how far he had pushed her sex drive and libido with how he had thralled her... but realized her need must already be fairly immense give even with the anger still in her voice she cooed in pleasure and began to stroke his sizable cock through the thin material of those silk bottoms. He noticed too though that mixed with that lust there was still hate in her gaze and anger in her voice. But it could not change the cravings and needs she was developing because of him. As she caressed it that monstrous appendage began to swell and grow once more pressing ever more firmly into her touch.

He tried to think back on his desires when he lost control and she was so freshly thralled, in those moments when she would go blank and seemingly soak up whatever was running through his mind like an eager sponge. Even as he tried to think though he could not help but growl a bit in pleasure as his cock swelled and grew to its full glorious size.

"Mmm you have no idea what such caresses can do to me Karris." he had a hunch she might actually though thanks to what happened, and he noticed the hint of playfulness in her growl... angry though she may be she was seemingly horny beyond her ability to resist and wanted his huge cock once more. It was only then that he remembered wishing she would turn out to be a size queen, and the images of her so wanton and eager as he fucked her wildly... all those fantasies and thoughts while she was so vulnerable to him. He had no idea how far it had gone just yet but it seemed he would soon find out.

"I did however promise earlier to do anything I could to help you" With that D stood and shed his pants once more, fully revealing that mammoth slab of man meat to Karris once more, and he suddenly realized for the first time when she was actually lucid enough to take it all in. He once more moved towards her and part of him was eagerly anticipating what she might do or how she might react... he honestly had no idea what all chances may have occurred or how far his fantasies and thoughts had influenced her. He would take care of her no matter what, he would protect her and see to it she was sated to what was sure to be their very mutual pleasure... and it seemed now was the time to see the first glimpses of what she would become when her changes were complete.
 
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