The Hunt is On ( Angel + Violelia )

[Angel216]

Rebecca was cornered and she knew it, unfortunately by the same man she had encountered ten years ago. She scowled, though deep down, she felt an ounce of fear, if she had a heart, it would burst from her chest right now. She had to venture out of hiding, she was tired of hunting animals, and tired of living off of what the humans would call a low-fat diet. Though, being frozen into her form for all eternity, she couldn't really get any thinner or fatter for the matter, but she had been living in the forests of Idaho, hunting deer, wolves, you name it. Occasionally, though she would come out and she would attack a person, but to not draw attention to herself, she would make it look like the person had been mugged, only draining a little bit out of them at a time and then taking off with twenty or thirty dollars. It worked for when she needed clothes, she would go into the thrift stores that lined the streets and were usually open until the early morning hours and she'd buy herself new clothes.

But she was Sick of it, absolutely sick of living that way. So on this night she had decided to venture out and she had been hunting a prey. She had found the perfect one as well, an elderly man who was homeless, she figured she would end his suffering and he probably only had a few months left to live by the way he looked anyways. So she cornered him in an alley and had just begin to savor the sweet taste of his thick, hot blood flowing into her mouth, when she heard a sound. She wasn't about to be distracted from feeding and so she finished and let the old coop drop to the ground before flipping around and facing him.

She would admit, she was scared, but her skills had been toned over the years by hunting bears, cougars, wolves and deer. If anything, she was a better fighter than she was ten years ago. She was backed up against the wall, her lips stained red from the blood she had just drank and she was baring her fangs at him trying to warn him off, before she spoke. Her voice was silky smooth, and as cold as ice as she spoke to him, "Well hello, old friend, I was just out and about, but I would warn you, you don't want to fight me, so let's be civil shall we and you step aside and we part ways, ok?"

 

[violelia]

He stood his ground, smiling gently as the woman he saw in his dreams years ago spoke, baring her fangs at him with such futile threats. His dark eyes had a wild look, it wasn't one from fear, but instead of something else, something dangerous. The vampire that stood barely a feet away from him looked as good as he had remembered all those years ago, the emboldened memories of her cold yellow eyes reflecting the moon's vibrant illumination before she took off and disappeared tilled then emerged like insistent stars in a fading sky. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, seemingly longer than he had remembered, it was true how vampires never age, not that he had a chance to experience that for himself, not one of his preys had survived more than hours after their encounter with him, other than her of course.

His head drooped slightly to the left, studying her for a moment, as silently and dispassionately as a scientist studying a microbe. He wanted her to understand that he viewed her not as a living, conscious object, but merely as a subject, the focus of a series of impending questions and actions that would mean nothing to him other than his desire for her to comply. She might had been strong when they first met years ago, but then he wasn't as battle hardened and experienced as he was now, plus the fact that he had killed over a hundred of her kind since then kind of placed him in a better position.

He grinned, as a blade slide down from the sleeves of his overcoat, the sliver of it's blade glinting in the moonlight. Without speaking a single word, he dashed towards her, aiming his weapon at her neck, as easy as it was, his intention was not to kill her , he did not hunt her ten years for such a short ending, he wanted to immobilize her first, before capturing her and using her for his needs till he was satisfied, then he would grant her the sweet release of death.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca watched him, her eyes wary as she watched the way he tilted his head to the side and almost observed her. She didn't like it, it made her feel like she was just something under a microscope and she hated it. She saw that he wasn't going to move to the side so she tensed up, preparing to fight. She knew that, perhaps, in the time she was gone, he may have gotten better, more so than her. Though, she couldn't admit that, she couldn't even think that, it would cause her to go into a fight in blind fear and confusion and she would definitely lose.

She shook her head as if to give herself a mental shake and bared his fangs at him. He may have gotten better, but being a vampire gave her the advantage of speed. As he dashed towards her with the silver knife, she knew she couldn't back up more, as she was against a wall. So she turned and dodged him, narrowly missing the attack, speeding to one side of the narrow, walled in alley. She cursed herself, as she saw a gash on her arm, it was small, and, though, no blood seeped from it, it burned her terribly and a slight, surprised whimper of pain came from her, he had nicked her, he was faster, how was that possible.

She couldn't think of that now though, she had to try to make it to the opening of the alley and then she would be home free. She bolted forward towards the opening, her arm was still burning, but she just gritted her teeth against the pain and bolted, moving from side to side for it to be harder for him to get to her.

 

[violelia]

She had narrowly dodged his strike, but it didn't really mattered, he had not planned on killing her, merely injuring her enough for him to capture her. He laughed as she whimpered in pain from the blade coming in contact with her creamy skin. He brought the blade up to his lips and licked it, though he did not drew blood, he deeply inhaled the scent of her that had been trapped upon the blade. It sent waves of arousal through his body, something which he had not felt in a very long time, it sent thrilling tingles down his spine, making him even more eager in capturing her.

He stood still as she bolted towards the entrance of the alley, he wasn't stupid, he was confident in his skills to capture her, but not too overconfident, he had riddled the only entrance with traps, nets that would shoot out and wrap themselves tightly around her, immobilizing her movements by pinning her onto the ground with their sharp sliver pins deeply dug into the concrete pavement.

He slowly moved towards the direction she was running in, his tongue licking the side of his lips in anticipation of what was to come. She could run, but it was only a matter of time before she got caught, and when she did, he would break her into submission, something which he had failed to do ten years ago.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca kept running, and she knew she was going to be home free, then she turned her head back to look at him. A sense of dread filled her a minute too late as she ran past the sensor that triggered the traps. She had known, but it had been too late that something was wrong, the way he was just leisurely strolling after her. As she triggered the traps, she yelped when she felt rope and netting coil around her body from two different sides and then immediately pull her to the ground, as the silver stakes impaled themselves in the ground and she found herself trapped.

She immediately begin to struggle, but it was no use, she was as tired up as a hog in the rodeo and her eyes were wide, now with the fear clearly shown in them as she squirmed in the netting, struggling. She had to get away from him, or she'd die, or worse, but then again, what could be worse than being sent to damnation for the rest of eternity? She groaned slightly as her arm burned her and she stopped squirming, looking up at him from her position on the ground as she bit her bottom lip nervously, a slight tremor going through her.

She spoke and her voice came out, momentarily cracked, before she cleared it and she spoke, trying to sound braver than she felt, "Let me go, Now!"

 

[violelia]

He finally caught up to her captured form, she was lying awkwardly on the ground, trapped by the nets that had stopped her movement. He could see the fear and anxiety in her eyes, and that sent waves of delight down his spine. She shouted at him, asking him to let her go, but her attempts were futile, did she honestly thought that he had hunted her for ten long years just to let her slip away again? He bent down, his form towering over her as he reached out and caressed her cheeks through the net. "Oh my lovely Rebecca" he muttered, as he reached into his bag and produced a vial of ominously looking green liquid.

He poured it into a syringe, tapping it as he smiled at her, bending close, whispering, "oh you have no idea how much I have yearned for you in those ten, long lonely years. The things I am going to do to you, you would wish you were dead, before the pleasure hits you of course," he licked his lips, as his hands glided across her soft thighs.

With a single fluid movement, he stabbed the needle into her neck, and pushed the liquid into her. It was one of his home made concoction, it wasn't deadly, but it would knock her out for a good ten hours or so, more than enough time for him to bring her back to his place.. and for him to prepare a few things. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of the things he could do to her as he waited for her to lose consciousness.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca trying to jerk away from him as she felt his fingers against her cheeks. but she was trapped and she swallowed hard, feeling her mouth become dry with fear as she watched him feel up a syringe with the green lliquid. She trembled slightly, though she was cold to the touch and she didn't feel the temperature changed that humans felt, she felt cold inside as she heard him speaking and felt his hand brush against her thighs. She spat at him, "don't you dare touch me." Then it was followed by a yelp as he plunged the needle into her neck.

Her vision begin to grow black as she slowly fell unconscious and for a moment, she thought that she was actually dying. That perhaps he had just killed her, as her thoughts trailed to a end and her mind went blank as her body went limp in the netting. A soft, one last moan leaving her lips.

 

[violelia]

During the time she was unconscious, he had brought her back to his place and stripped her of all her clothing, he kept her in his basement, a dark windowless room filled with despair, one which she would not escape from. He had placed her on one of his spin-able tables, one that could be made to face any direction, and adjusted till the person placed on it could be facing the ceiling, or the wall directly in front of them. Her head was rested on a cushioned part of the table, her arms and legs were spread opened in four directions and secured to each corner with unbreakable chains made from melted silver. There were holes and slots in each corner where the chain disappeared beneath the table, they could be adjusted to lengthen, or shorten the chains to spread her legs as wide as he choose. When the chains are tightened, he could spend hours in front of her sex doing whatever he wants with it, and there was nothing she could do to prevent him him from doing so.

She looked so damn beautiful and out of place as she laid unconscious in the room. Her long black hair flowed across the tabletop, her complexion fair and unblemished, her breast were exposed, big and firm on her slimmed toned torso, she had average sized protruding nipples, pink against her creamy white skin. He could see her eyelids flickering, showing signs of the drug wearing off as he walked around her, studying her.

He moved to the side and tightened the chains slightly, not too much, just the right amount for her legs to be spread far enough for him to marvel at her nether regions. He could feel his eyes widening in amazement as he laid his eyes on her pussy for the first time, she had red puffy lips, her clit barely visible, cover by it's hood, and beyond them, he could see the barest of her trimmed hair, god it looked beautiful.

He moved back and dimmed the lights to the room, he knew vampires didn't have emotions, but tonight, he would put fear into her very existence.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca slowly came too as she blinked, her vision slowly coming back, as she blinked again and she saw a shadowy form circling her. At once, she felt her gut clench in fear as she blinked against the light and then immediately tried to move her arms and legs, she could only move them so much and she heard the clilnking of chains as she became away that she was restrained on a table. A more embarrassing thought was when she realized that she could feel a cold draft in the room as she learned that she was as naked as the day she was born and that was a long time ago, she couldn't even remember.

Her vision cleared completely and she blinked as she saw him circling her as she trembled under his gaze and then she yelped a bit in surprise as her legs were moved by the chains that held her so that they were spread a bit more apart, giving him a view of her lower parts. She whimpered at how open and unconcealed she was in her present position and she felt embarrassment, though her cheeks did not turn a single shade of red. She watched him dim the lights and if she had a heart it would have leaped into her throat with the fear that she felt clutching her. She swallowed hard as she watched him walk back over to her in the darkened room as she trembled and tugged against the chains.

Though, she already knew that it was no use because she could smell the scent of silver and knew that they were made of silver to prevent her from breaking them or from breaking free. Though, she had to try, so she kept tugging and struggling.

 

[violelia]

"You're as beautiful as I remembered," he whispered softly, admiring her naked form as he leaned closer to her, his fingertips lightly grazing across her skin, over her lips and down her leg. He trailed his fingers gently up her thighs, ever so slowly, caressing the soft creamy flesh of her inner thighs, stopping inches away from her lower lips.

He had wanted to laugh when he saw her struggling against the chains, a vampire trying to escape from a chain made of silver? She didn't know when to give up. But still, he loved the way she was trying to fight back, it made him want to dominate her even more. He wanted to posses her, wanted her to feel, and fear his strength and to submit to him. He wanted to break and subjugate her. And that was exactly what he had planned to do tonight.

He reached into his cloak and unsheathed his silver dagger, his dark, obsidian pupils reflecting on the blade's silver. He placed it against her cheek, vampires had the ability to heal almost instantly, but still they felt pain, and in her situation, the ability to regenerate would serve his blade's purpose well.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca struggled and shivered at his touch, feeling his fingers graze across her skin as she squirmed in the chains, feeling his fingertips cross over her lips, she shuddered. She swallowed hard and a reluctant, soft, involuntary moan passed her lips as she felt his fingers graze her inner thighs. How long had it been for a man to touch her like this? So very long and it awakened passions, desires, needs and wants all deep down inside her as she squirmed, moaned, involuntarily, reluctantly.

Then a squeak of fear passed from her lips as she felt the cool metal of the dagger against her cheek. The cut on her arm had healed before she had fallen unconscious and she tried to jerk away from the dagger that he held against her cheek, trembling in fear, all the awakened passion and desire she felt, gone as if it had just dissolved. She struggled harder in the chains, trying to get free, trying to get away from the dagger but also trying harder to get away from him as she remembered his whispered words and she swallowed hard as she slowly stopped squirming, looking at him as she bit her bottom lip.

 

[violelia]

He had smiled when she had let out the briefest of moans, barely audible even in the confines of the small room. He then saw her whimper in fear, as his blade came into contact with her flesh, trembling as she struggled even harder against the chains that were holding her down. He knew that even the lightest touch of silver would bring excruciating pain to any vampire , a million times worst if a cut was felt. He had no idea why, but he wasn't a man of science, nor was he really interested to know. It was known to him as their one true weakness, and that was all he needed. The look in her eyes truly delighted him, it was an expression of a caged animal, knowing that there was no longer any place for it to run to, an expression where it knew it could only wait and face it's captor. He wasn't going to cut her, that would be like spending his life savings to purchase an expensive, luxury yacht, or a priceless painting belonging to a famed painter, only to sink the former, or tear up the latter. But she didn't need to know that.

Then she suddenly stopped moving, staring at him instead as if she seemed to have found a way to calm her fears. He raised his eyebrows, staring right back into her gaze, his black, obsidian pupils meeting her orange ones. Without breaking eye contact, he trailed the dagger down, the pointed blade pressed against her skin, not hard enough to cut through her flesh nor to leave a mark, merely to show her how much power he held over her, how he could have easily killed or scarred her if he had wanted to. He slid it down her throat, between the v of her cleavage, to her soft toned tummy, down the side of her thighs all the way to the soles of her feet. He wanted, no, needed her to feel her entire body on fire, and know that whereas he was the one giving her the pain, he was also the only person that could stop it.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca swallowed hard as she saw him raise his eyebrows and she whimpered in fear and pain as he kept the silver dagger against her as a yelp of fear again came from her when he trailed it down her body, leaving a trail that was burning hot as she whimpered, but it hadn't cut her at least. She swallowed hard and looked away, trembling and trying to hide the fear that she felt deep inside, that penetrated her as she squeezed her eyes shut, tremor after tremor rolling through her from the fear as she kept her head turned away and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the point of the dagger resting against her foot, then she dared to speak.

"If you are going to kill me, then do it already, don't toy with me as if I'm a mouse and your the cat, it's the other way around, I'm the predator and your the prey." She gritted her teeth in anger, turning her face back to his and opening her eyes as she opened her mouth to reveal her fangs as if to prove her point, that if he did the slightest thing wrong and she got free, she would sink her teeth into his neck, faster than he could say help.

 

[violelia]

He wasn't a masochist, not even close, but the look of fear and the way she had whimpered in pain while tremors shook her body were sending waves of arousal down his spine, he could feel his pants getting tighter as she struggled in her chains. He laughed as her defiance when she stared at him angrily and declared herself as the predator, and him the prey. She opened her mouth, hissing at him with her fangs as if to prove her point. But his attention weren't on them, but instead on her sensual lips, imagining how they would felt wrapped around him.

"A prey am I?" he asked, as he he reached out with his fingers and lightly ran them across her tummy, "a predator are you?" he then questioned as his fingers worked upwards , curving around her breast before swallowing them in his palm with one single fluid moment. The felt full and firm under his touch, and he let out a groan of approval as he gripped and kneaded them. He then trailed his fingertips softly in a tightening circle around her areola. Watching her nipples harden with each touch till they look painfully swollen and pushing against his palm.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca trembled as she heard him laugh and she bit her bottom lip once again as she squirmed and struggled against the chains. She heard him speak and ask a question, feeling his fingertips run across her stomach she swallowed hard in fear as she looked at him. She shivered and shuddered at his touch as he asked the next question and she nodded in response to both. She felt his hand move upwards towards her breasts as she moaned out and squirmed in the restraints, as she let out another moan, feeling her nipples becoming so hard that they made her breasts swell with the arousal she felt.

She tried to shake her head, another moan slipping from her lips as she did, she couldn't be feeling this way, it was wrong to feel arousal, desire, passion, need and want, especially from him. She squirmed, shaking her head again and again as she tried to squirm and shake so that his hand lost it's grip and went away.

 

[violelia]

He laughed as she nodded in response to his questions, "still the defiant little one aren't you?, he asked as he felt her breast swell with her heavy breathing, a soft moan leaving her lips, resonating across the tiny room. He felt her squirming, struggling and shaking harder than before, throwing his grip off her body. He sighed, she was going to be harder to break than he had imagined, but he had time, a lot of time in fact. He reached again for the blade, picking it up, he swung it around his fingers, the blade seemingly dancing as it hopped from one finger to another. A flashy trick, nothing more, but done so that he had her attention.

He moved the blade forward, this time, he pressed it a little harder against the skin of her breast, a little harder and he would have drawn blood. A gently smile formed across her face as he stared at her, "you don't want the touch of my fingers right? How about my blade?" He dragged it across her chest, from one breast to another, drawing a red line across her otherwise perfect, unblemished skin. He didn't drew blood, but he was sure it felt a hundred times worst than if he did. "You know, you could beg me to use my hands again, I wouldn't ignore the request of such a lovely lady," he hissed, as he smiled at her, his intent a complete opposite from the warm smile that clouded his face.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca stopped struggling as she saw him bend down and pick up the blade, watching him swing it from one finger to the other. She trembled as she bit her bottom lip again as she yelped in fear and pain as she felt him press the blade against her breast. She shivered as she stopped struggling and squirming and she whimpered in pain, as he dragged the blade across her chest to her other breast and she whimpered out loudly in pain, it burned her. Though he hadn't made a cut, she could feel the burning sensation as if he did and she whimpered in pain again.

She wanted him to let her go, but she knew that, that wasn't going to happen for a while. For some odd reason, even as a vampire and a vampire hunter she had sparked his desire, his lust. She could see it in his eyes and she knew that he wasn't going to give up until he had broken her down or until, if she refused, he had to kill her. She knew that he wouldn't let her go and he wouldn't stop the pain of the blade against her skin until she broke down and asked the humiliating question. She whimpered in pain, if she could cry, tears would be streaming down her face, but instead her voice just merely wavered when it came out, "please.........please use your hands, they felt better than the blade and they didn't cause pain..........M.....Master." it took her a minute to choke out the word, but she had thought that perhaps if she used that word, he would stop the pain and start the pleasure instead.

 

[violelia]

Her cries of pain were like music to his ears, never had he wanted to hurt a person, yet not kill nor even scar her the slightest. He knew that she was about to break, the fight was no longer in her eyes, it was easier than he had thought, but then again, he wasn't going to complain. He smiled, as she asked him to use his hands, and he was surprised when she had called him master. He knew deep down that it was merely just a trick, vampires were creatures of pride, they would not bend nor bow to someone unless it would benefit them. But he liked the way she had used that term for him. It gave him a new goal, motivation, he would not only break, but dominate her till she would mean every single bit of that word.

He smiled, a gently one, hiding the anger and desire that was brewing underneath the surface of his skin. Putting the blade away, he once again stood in front of her, "you seem to hate pain", he asked, as he leaned forward and ran his tongue lightly over the outside of her ear, "what about pleasure? From the person that could easily kill you whenever he wanted to", he whispered, as he slid it to the sensitive spot behind her earlobes before running his tongue down her neck, nibbling her flesh lightly.

His hand reached over and cupped her breast, squeezing as them as he ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, before tightening around them digging into her tender flesh as he gave it a vicious tug, pulling and stretching her skin along with it. His other reached down towards her sex, his fingers gently ran up and down her slit, teasing it, before circling around her clit, never actually touching it. He would make her suffer for the ten years he had craved for her, and he will never let her have her release until he was satisfied.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca shuddered and trembled violently in the chains as she felt the tongue running over the outside of her ear and she heard his words. She swallowed hard, she knew that she was trapped, utterly at his disposable as she shivered when she felt his tongue slide behind her earlobe and then down her neck, feeling him nip at her flesh. She was panting slightly and a soft, barely audible moan ripped from her throat as she arched her back against the chains, she was having inner conflict with herself. It had been long, too long since any man had ever touched her and a big part of her wanted more, needed more, but another big part of her knew it was morally wrong to want more from someone she didn't know except for an encounter ten years ago, from someone who killed hundreds of her kind and left her alive for unknown reasons to her.

She felt his hands on her breasts again and she shuddered, another moan ripping from her throat as she then let out a loud cry of pain when he gave a tug and pulled at it. She shot him a glare, but knew that she was entirely helpless against his onslaught. She felt one of his hands reach down towards her more private areas and she whimpered in sudden fear as she felt his fingers run up her slit and she let out another moan, feeling the juices begin to drip just slightly as she squeezed her eyes closed as she felt his fingers circling her clit, never once touching it again, instead teasing her. She let out another moan, but this moan was laced with anger and frustration, some fight came back into her eyes as she bucked up against the chains. She had laid still for several moments so that she could gather energy for when she would begin her own onslaught again, and that was trying to weaken the silver to the point where she could easily snap it.

She bucked up hard against the chains, shaking his hands free of her as she bucked and fought viciously against the chains that held her. She needed to get away from him, or he would put her through this every day. She bucked and fought, squirmed and wriggled, then the reserves of energy she had saved up dwindled and she lay panting against the table again, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at him. She wondered how angry he would be at her for her sudden outburst and she shivered and what he might do to her as punishment for the outburst.

 

[violelia]

He could sense her moans of fear slowly and gradually turning into ones of pleasure, and knowing his abilities to slowly drive her deeper and deeper into his power, probably soon, lust. The way her back was arched, her hips pushing against her fingers, was driving him crazy, did she want him as much as he wanted her? He could feel the tip of his fingers slowly getting coated in a layer of moisture. He suddenly felt her groan with anger, buckling against the chains in frustration, struggling to get free, the fire in her seemingly returned. He watched as she fought against the chains, pushing and pulling with all her might. But it was useless, and soon, she finally gave up, and laid still, breathing heavily as she watched him with eyes filled with uncertainty. He smiled, as he bought his fingers up to her face and ran it down her cheeks, letting her felt her own wetness sticking onto her face.

He wouldn't be angry at her sudden outburst. They both knew he had won, the stains on her cheeks was proof of his victory. Without saying a word, he reached forward and ran his fingers down her body, gazing lightly across her skin, feeling goosebumps appear on her flesh as his palms go down her hips and her legs. He moved his head towards her, breathing heavily onto her nipple before closing in settling onto her hardness with his teeth. One of his hands reached towards the chains and spread her legs wider open, they were at a 45 degree angle now. His teeth were now scraping gently over her skin, going back towards her neck as his fingers now advanced closer toward her sex.

He cupped her pussy with his hand, feeling the heat, and the moisture that was slowly spreading across his palm. He rubbed the opening gently, and slowly his finger spread her open, and wetness quickly coated over his finger tips as they dipped slowly into her. Deeper and deeper with each glide.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca shivered as she panted and laid still against the table, then shuddered as she felt him run his fingers down her face, wiping her own juices on her face. She shivered and whimpered as he ran his fingers down her body, goosebumps pickled her flesh where his fingers had glided across and she swallowed hard. She felt his breath against her nipples and then his teeth as her nipples hardened. She wished that her body wasn't reacting this way, but it was her body's natural response to pleasure and another moan tore free from her throat.

Then it was followed by a whimper, a yelp of fear as he spread her legs farther apart and she swallowed hard again. She moaned and shivered with the pleasure of his mouth, his teeth, his breath upon her skin and she shivered, moaning out louder as she felt his fingers close in on her pussy and she moaned out loudly as she became more wet as he begin to rub and push into her, going deeper. She moaned and squirmed in the chains that held her as she got wet, her juices dripping and then she yelped as the deeper he went, he came across her hymen.

It was true that before she became a vampire, her virginity was never once touched, that was a long time again, and her hymen had remained, frozen, as it was. She didn't want him, knowing she was a virgin, but now he did and now she felt more fear grip her as she wondered what he thought of her being a virgin.

 

[violelia]

The way she was both moaning and shivering beneath his touch were sending huge waves of arousal down his spine, he had wondered how long more he could endure before losing control and forcing himself onto her. She was almost gushing now, he could feel her sweet juices dripping down his arms as he started thrusting faster and faster before suddenly hitting something soft which was in his way. He gently touched and pushed against it, wondering what it was before realization hit him.

He laughed as his fingers left her lowers lips, he brought them up to his own and licked his finger tips, tasting her sweet nectar as he said, as a matter of fact "you're a virgin aren't you?". How ironic it was, living this old and not having experienced one of the greatest pleasures in life. She hadn't truly lived life.. Until today. He would make sure of that.

He then moved towards her against, this time, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers, bringing her into a deep passionate kiss as his tongue snaked out and pressed against her lips, begging for entrance. While his fingers reached down towards her clit, brushing nimbly over them, rubbing lightly up and down over her sensitive knob as the fingers of his other hand pressed into her again, feeling the moisture enveloping him as it glided smoothly in. A second finger soon joins the first as they glide effortlessly in and out of her. A third finger was now pressed in, spreading her wide open as his fingers slowly increased the speed of which he was stimulating her clit.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca gasped and moaned out as she bucked and arched under his touch, moaning out again. Then he withdrew and the desire within her was now a burning flame as she shuddered, watching him lick his fingers. She swallowed hard and shook her head in response to his question, though she knew that he knew it was a lie. She shivered violently, in fear of what was about to happen as she squirmed in the chains. Suddenly, he kissed her forcefully and she pressed her lips together, trying to keep his tongue out, but as she felt his fingers on her clit once more she bucked and moaned, her mouth parting as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth.

She felt one finger go in, then two and soon three and she yelped and moaned slightly in pain into the kiss as she swallowed hard and moaned as he begin to thrust with his fingers, slowly spreading her out. She whimpered and moaned, her back arching against the chains that held her and she moaned out into the kiss as fear and pleasure filled her.

 

[violelia]

He felt her lips parting as yet another moan escaped from her, and with that his tongue slipped into her moist opening, dancing and pushing against her tongue as he deepened the kiss. All the while his fingers were continuing their work, stimulating her nether regions in symphony, one hand sliding in and out of her while the out rubbed and drew circles around her clit. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter by the minute, and feel the way her walls were clamping and sucking onto his fingers, not wanting to let go. He finally broke the kiss, and leaned forward, whispering again in her ears, "you're enjoying this aren't you?"

He slowed down the speed of which his fingers were thrusting in and out of her, moving at a very slow, but steady pace, "you've not experienced an orgasm in your life had you?" He asked, while his fingers curved slightly upwards and he rubbed against the top of her pussy, aiming at the bundle of sensitive nerves there which people usually referred to as a g spot, while the thumb he had on her clit stopped the circular movement, and instead pressed itself over the tiny knob, and started flicking it faster and faster. He growled, his warm breath blowing into her ears as he said, "I know you want to cum. I can feel it in you, your body is betraying you. Ask me permission for it, and I shall let you." He smiled, as his movements grinded to a complete stop while still buried deep in her.

 

[Angel216]

Rebecca moaned and blushed a deep red, shivering as she felt his whispered words rolling over her ears and she moaned as she squirmed in the chains, becoming more wet by the moment. She nodded in a daze to his first question and shook her head, dazed, to his second question. She practically screamed out with pleasure as he begin to work her g-spot and she moaned out loud as she begin to feel a pulsing feeling in her lower abdomen, an unfamiliar pulsing feeling and she heard his words as she swallowed hard. She wanted, no, needed to cum, but to stoop to that level to do so, she wouldn't do. Though, as she felt his movements cease, a low whimper left her as she needed to cum and wanted more pleasure, but she tried hard to resist it, tried hard not to let the words tumble from her mouth, but it was only a few moments before she whimpered out something that sounded like, "please.........please let me cum."