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Tasting Defeat (xanaphia X Crushedbyheels)

He felt her body's kneed start to overcome her, felt her cling to him and thank him...for what didn't matter, thanking him at all was an act of submission...and realized fingers would never be enough. He opened his mouth, releasing his fangs from her breasts, and bright his face close to hers.

"This is only the first night," he almost snarled. "Everything you've felt, everything you've been through...and we haven't even truly started."

He laid her on the bed and claimed atop her, his weight holding her down, as he kissed and licked at her neck.

"I'm going to fuck you again," he said. "Do you want me to drink again while I do?"
 
She looked up at him, shuddering in equal parts fear and lust. She wanted this, as much as it scared her. To give into lust and be his, even if it were wrong to do so. She knew it would hurt and she wondered if it would be as bad as as the first time he had her, when he took her virginity. Would it possibly be worst? He was so gentle and patient with her then, but that man was long gone, as she remembered how viciously he forced himself down her throat.

Still he distracted her from her fears, kissing at her neck, dangerously close to the spot where he had first drank from her. The pain lingered on, a small steady throbbing, increasing as though she anticipated being bit once more. He must have sense it, as his tongue ran across the marks, collecting the bit of blood that was left there.

"Allek..." She whispered, ignoring his question for now. She wanted to ask him to be gentle with her, but even the way he framed the question let her know that tenderness was out of the question. I'm going to fuck you again he told her, with rough and cruel implications. She bit her lip and nodded, unable to deny to him or even herself how much she enjoying feeling his fangs sinking into her flesh, the feeling of her blood leaving her body to join with his.
 
He made a noise between a laugh and a snarl as his cock plunged into her already wet pussy. This was excellent. He had his love back. And when he was done bringing her to the dark, they would be together for all eternity. He began to fuck her, hard and rough, as his fangs slid back into her neck.

This was going to be the night's finale. They could both feel it. Her heart pumped faster, his fangs sank deeper. And his cock fucked her harder, again and again and again sad he hammered her into the bed.
 
She cried out as he thrust into her, deep and hard, using her wetness to force his way past her tightness. She was parted by him with both desire and dominance, demonstrating to her that she was his to enjoy, that her body existed for his pleasure. It wasn't anything like the love making she was used from him, as he pumped into with increasing lust, splitting her apart despite her cries and screams of anguish.

Each stroke slammed into her far wall, her entire body jerking in response to being impaled on his cock. He was losing himself, draining the last of her defiance through her blood. Nails dug into his back, dragging along as he fucked her raw, leaving her mark on him as he had left a mark on her. "Allek!...Please...It hurts..." she begged him, her words punctuated by each hard thrust into her cunt.
 
"Yes," he snarled, his fangs leaving her neck for a moment. "You're welcome."

One more vicious thrust, deep inside her, snarling in her ear. He came inside her again, warm hit cum filling her pussy. It felt like a river was flowing into her from him, a river made of his lust and desire...and his love. He truly did love her, as much as a thing like him could love. The cuts from her fingernails in his back only made this moment grander. They had traded lust and desire and pain.

He fell beside her when it was done, holding her to his body. He reached underneath the bed and pulled out a short, strong chain. He hooked the chain to her collar as he caressed her, almost lovingly, lapping gently at her neck wounds. His actions almost tender, now.
 
She sighed a sigh of relief as she felt him empty within her pussy, the thick stock seeping out out of her as he pulled out. She ached still, her body throbbing in memory of the rough fucking she just received. She took a moment to breathe, as he reach over her, securing her with a chain beneath the bed.

It was a strange dichotomy, being held so tenderly by Allek while the collar reminded her of her position, enslaved to his desires. She ached all over, her body used to fulfill his every need and want. She fell asleep quickly, as exhaustion overtook her.
 
{{Hey, everyone, sorry this is a form letter-type thing but I've gotta explain this to everyone I RP with. Night before last, the cold weather caused damage to my house which required minor but immediate repairs. That's why I've been missing for a day or so. Everything is fixed...including an issue with the plumbing that was going to be today's chore but seems to have sorted itself out. So here I am, back to RPing, thank you all for your patience!}}

When she awoke, she was someplace else.

She was still in the carriage with Allek, but the carriage (indeed the entire war party,) had moved. They were head back into the dreadlands, and the area they had stopped in was a bleak, desolate plane. It wasn't lifeless, but what life there was looked scared and hunted or lean and hungry. Nature at it's darkest.

Allek woke her and handed her a black robe.

"Come out and eat," he said, kissing her softly on the neck as he undid her chain. "You've slept for over a day. I drank too much. Well, it was our first night together in a long time. But you need to keep up your strength...I had to feed off Valla again this morning. Compared to you she tastes bitter."
 
She looked over to him as she began to wake up. Most of the pain from the evening had dull or disappeared and she felt only a bit stiff. She could help but moan softly as he kissed her neck, familiar longings building within her body once more. She had almost forgotten how harshly he had used her the night before, or at least her body had., as it warmed to his touch. Once he released her collar she sat up, stretching her sore muscles before dressing. He would see the bounce of her breasts as she arched her back, chasing off any hint of sleepiness. She had been asleep for sometime, it would seem.

"Thank you," She whispered, as he handed her a robe to cover her body. It just barely covered her large breasts, though it cinched easily around her waist. Cleavage could be seen, but it couldn't be helped much. The length left a bit to be desired, though it did fall to her upper thigh and covered her ass, she wouldn't be able to bend over with exposing herself to anyone behind her.

She followed him out of the carriage, listening quietly as he spoke. The sun was was low in the sky as she exited the carriage, only an hour or so from setting. She had slept for quite a long time indeed. She swollen some jealousy as he admitted to feeding off Valla earlier. She wondered if Valla enjoyed it as much as she did, the feeling of his fangs piercing her skin, the passion as he drank from her body. She shivered as he told her he preferred her blood, an unwitting smile crossing her lips. She knew she was enjoying that aspect of serving him, and she was eager to give herself to him again.
 
He was proud to see how easily she was coming to accept her new role. Over the past day, he'd had a discussion with his commanders. Now those around him were only the most reliable; men who would not dare try and poach on their Dreadlord's preserve. That was why he felt comfortable letting her roam camp now; anyone likely to cause trouble would be watched if she got close to them.

Trouble, of course, came from so where he hadn't expected. She was given a bowl if hearty stew, officer's fare not a camp follower or regular soldier's. Everyone knew they were most likely talking about their future Mistress; it was very common for Lords to hold grudges after the change.

So he wasn't looking when Valla pulled a curved dagger from her scant clothes and leaped at Alhanna's throat.

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She ate quickly, completely famished from the day and night's events. She would need her strength up if she wished to be of use to him this evening. it was quite the substantial meal, and she was unsure if the stares she received were due to her revealing dress, or due to her receiving a proper meal while being little more than a slave. Allek certainly had quite a bit of pull here, and it seems being his lover came with it's own perks.

As she finished her meal, she stood up to return the bowl with the others, as she had watched others do. She was careful to walk slowly, not wanting to unwittingly flash any of the soldiers present. She hardly paid Valla any mind, which would be quite unfortunate for her.

She caught the gleam of Valla's dagger at the last moment, blocking her neck with her arms rather instinctively. The dagger caught her forearms deeply, and she shrieked as the blade sliced through. A spurt of her own blood splattered onto Valla while the elf readied her second strike. Alhana was preparing a spell in her defense, more of a force of habit than a truly calculated move. She felt her own collar constricting her as her magic fizzles from her fingertips. Luckily, Valla's blade only found her robe, splitting it open to reveal the lovely mounds previously only seen by Allek. Of course, modesty took a backseat to protecting herself, backing away from the desperate girl until she stumbled and fell onto her back.

The robe was no longer covering her, and with her legs spread while was sprawled out on the ground, her entire body was exposed before the whole camp. Not that most good get a good view for long, as Valla was on top of her, still trying to snuff the life of the woman who ha replaced her.
 
Allek stormed forwards, grabbing Valla by the collar and ripping her away from Alhana. He tossed the elven girl aside like a toy as he knelt to care for her.

"Are you alright?" He demanded. "Let me see that arm."

The wound was deeper than he'd like, but not life-threatening. He lowered his tongue to her forearm and licked the wound from side to side, tasting her blood, but also letting his tongue do it's work. A Vampire's tongue could seal the holes of a bite...or help seal lesser wounds. When magic had done all it could--the magic of the dead, at least--he wrapped a bandage around her arm.

"Stay close to me," he warned. They were now in a dangerous situation. Her blood was still sweet and pure; liable to drive any number of creatures in his war party mad with bloodlust. Not only vampires craved youthful blood...

"You," he said, pointing to a drow soldier nearby. "Pick five slaves. Choose them for youth and beauty, but do it quickly. Fine, plump, ruddy skinned girls. The troops may do as they wish with them. No limits."

With that distraction in place, he cradled his beloved in his arms gingerly as the screaming shaves were lead into the camp.
 
She clung tight to Allek, burying her head in his chest for protection and comfort. Her heart was racing and she was trembling powerfully in his arms. She winced as his tongue moved along the wound, but it wasn't as painful as she imagined it would be. It seemed to be healing, some small amount at least.

It was hard to fight back the tears forming in her eyes, realizing how close she had come to death. Would have forced Allek's hand for certain, having no choice but to save her by turning her or lose her forever. She wasn't ready for that degree of change, far too soon. Besides, whether she would admit to him or not, she did love being feed upon by him.

She cringed as she heard his command to for the slaves. She didn't really understand the point of it at the time, not fully understanding the danger she was in from bleeding before his men. The screams sent shivers down her spine, but she wasn't as sympathetic to their plight as she was days before. She did wish it was Valla down there, having her body violated in the worst possible way, but that wasn't for her to descide, at least, not necessarily...

"What will happen to Valla?" Alhana asked Allek, as she began to calm down. Her voice carried a degree of coldness that only hinted at the horrors she wished to visit upon the elven slave.
 
He felt her cling to him for comfort. Only a short time ago, she would have tried to push him away. Now, he felt, she was coming to her senses. He felt it not only in the way she clung to him, but in the level if detachment he sent from her concerning the suave she had sacrificed to keep her safe. Not quite full understanding, but the beginning of it. True understanding would mean she felt nothing for the slaves; that she understood their purpose was to serve, however needed or desired. If that lead to pain and death for them, well, who cared what happened to cattle? No matter what he made of her, she would alway be above such as they.

And he felt it in the way she asked about Valla.

"Don't worry about her," he said, cold fury in his voice. "I have plans for her. She'll suffer...and yes, beloved. You'll get to be there while it happens.
 
A self satisfied smile formed on her lips as Allek promised punishment for the elf. Surely the darkness was overcoming her now, reveling in the idea of he elf's suffering. She pulled Allek into a deep hungry kiss, a powerfu l commingling of the emotions she was feeling at the moment. She needed him, there was no denying that much, but she wanted him too. There was even an inkling of desire for him to take her then and there, asserting both his dominence and protectiveness over her. She was his, to be used for his every desire.

She pushed the idea out of her head. She wasn't some kind of slut who would fuck anywhere at anytime. It was at that point her modesty began to kick in.

"I seem to be in need of some new clothes." She suggested to him. Yet still, she had been excited by the idea of being nude before his men, all those lusty eyes upon. Maybe knowing that Allek would protect her was barrier enough to enjoy the brief and unwilling display of her body. Even the screams of the slaves being raped mercilessly was becoming more enticing than terrifying. She wanted to watch as the women were violated in every hole by sadistic men. She almost asked Allek if she could, but decided against it. She should get dressed again before venturing back into a group and horny and violent men.
 
He returned the kiss, fangs scraping against her lip for a moment as he pulled her tight to him. The kiss broke a moment later; she was right, of course. It wasn't safe to leave her naked, as much as the envious and hungry stares of his men filled him with pride. Still, part of him wanted to watch the show...

He gestured to a dark skinned human slave, who hurried into his carriage and returned with another cloak and a short, simple dress made of fine black silk. He handed them to her and kissed her forehead.

"Come on," he said, once she had put them on. He wrapped an arm around her and lead her over to where screaming slaves were being dragged and tried around. Orks and and goblins and drow were fucking them mercilessly; make and female, it didn't matter. The girls were covered in bruises, welts, and bites; being whipped with flails or beaten with stocks or lengths if chain, for the monster's sheer joy of making them suffer. One girl, tears flowing down her eyes, was spitted on the cock of a massive ogre while two goblins bit into her tits.

"You're welcome," Allel snarled in her ear, lightly kissing her neck.
 
She thanked him as he handed her clothes. The dress fit her nicely, hugging her curves perfectly, well almost perfectly. It was a little tight around her breasts, but it created a nice rack of cleavage that she couldn't help but admire.

She wrapped the cloak around her shoulders and followed him, staying close to him now, for comfort and protection. The screams grew louder as they moved closer and the scene played out before her. She gasped softly, watching slaves getting beaten, raped and all around tortured. Her eyes widened in both terror and arousal,.SShe clung tightly to Allek, as though letting go of him would result in her being dragged into the activities before them.

She was watching the girl whose cunt was impaled on the impossibly large ogres cock. Barely half of his cock fit inside the girl, and it was coated with blood, some kind of horrible lubricant. She watch as he forced in poor hole over and over again, until his massive load filled her, spilling out as he pulled out of her gaping pussy. She felt Allek kissing her neck at this point and whispering in her ear. Did he know she wanted to watch? He is reminding her of what he saved her from? Reminding her of what she could become if she fails to keep him happy? She shuddered in horror, yet her body stirred in arousal.
 
Allek could not read minds. He could hypnotize, as all vampires could, although that had never been his particular talent. He was better at the bestial aspects of undeath; fang and claw, strength; speed. The forms of bat and wolf.

And while the simple answer to her questions was "all of the above," he had brought her over because he had wanted to watch the show, and had assumed she would like to watch it with him. His hands groped her body shamelessly as they watched, kissing her neck, as aroused by the performance as she was, if not more. It wasn't long before his roaming hands discovered her arousal.

"Enjoying the show," he purred. "So am I. But would you rather be down there taking them...or being taken right beside them? It could be arranged you know. Oh, not with those monsters. But if you want a knight with all the cocks you could ever want taking you...well, I have those I trust. Touch another without my permission and I'll...well let's not dwell on that. But my kind appreciates the insatiable."
 
She had been moaning softly as his hand felt her up, her body aching for him as he kissed her neck. She had missed him terribly and she was putty in his hands and she suspected he knew that. It felt so good as he teased her breasts and nipples by the time he reach her slit she was pretty wet. And when he asked if she wanted to taken.she had to admit it was a tempting offer. She would not have bothered fighting him off if he decided to fuck her here and now.

Then he made the second offer, and she felt her face grow flush. Allek was the only man she had ever been with and she had never considered straying before. Then again, if he was giving her a free pass... no, she shuddered at the thought. What would even do with multiple men? But she watched a slave getting fucked from both ends and she bit her lips while contemplating it.

"Allek...' she murmured, between pleased sighs, too far lost to lust to form complete coherent sentences. She had her own hands all over him now too, feeling his chest and arms as she looked up at him. "I want you." she told him, part explanation part confession. She wasn't sure where the defiant woman she was yesterday was, but she found she no longer cared.
 
He chuckled, but took note of her hesitation. Wasn't that interesting? Well, something for later.

"I know," he said softly, kissing her on her throat. "And you'll have me, love. We'll have each other a thousand times."

He picked her up in his arms and carried her away from the crowd. If they started anything there, they would get dragged into the fun with the helpless slaves. And again, that was for later. He kissed her as they walked. Something prevented him from going back into his carriage. Novelty, probably. He'd had here there, he'd have her there again....

He brought her to a rocky outcropping with a twisted, evil looking tree growing out if it. He sat on the rocks and laid her across his lap, is hand squeezing and groping her body.
 
She giggled as he picked her up, holding him round his neck, nuzzling him affectionately. She found it rather easy to slip back into old habits with him, picking up as though nothing had changed. It got easier and easier for her to look past his transformation, easier and easier to embrace it. He had threatened to break her before, but affection seemed to be a more effective tool for dismantling her defenses.

She took each kiss from him with increased longing, years of denied sexuality bubbling up to the surface now. He had awakened something in her, and it made her feel alive.

She was surprised by the destination he had chosen, but not necessarily bothered by it. Once he was in position she sat up on his lap. She straddled him, with her knees resting on both sides of her legs, facing him. Her soaking wet cunt hovered just above his hard cock, but there was clothing prevent her from sliding down on top of him. Still, she took advantage of this position to kiss him deeply, grinding against his hardness to entice him. If he allowed her, she intended to fuck his brains out.
 
He felt her ride him, grinding hungrily against his body, and couldn't help but think back to the resistant, unwilling captive if just a short time ago. Now here she was, already creaming, bucking against his body in the hope that he would fuck her into sweet oblivion. He was more than happy to oblige. He unlaced his pants, sliding her skirt up until it was bundled around her waist, and let her cram down onto his fat, hungry cock.
 
She liked this position, as it gave her some measure of control. She could pace herself, taking only a much of him as felt good. though, she thought back to the night before, how her plan to suck him off at her own pace had backfired on her so spectacularly. He had demonstrated his dominance to her then, forcing his cock down her throat against her will. If she wasn't satisfying him now he might just throw her to the floor and fucking her relentless like he did the night before. She pushed down against his manhood, as it slid into her depths. She was still really tight, though not as bad as the night before, and she groaned as his member spread her pussy open.

Once she felt him hilted inside her she rested for a moment, letting her body adjust to his size. It was so thick within her, pushing against her far wall. It was quite tender there and she sighed as he made contact there. What she discovered after the pain began to dissipate was that she liked it. The sensation of him slamming into her cervix was painful and then immensely pleasurable, in that order. She further tested this theory by slowly pulling nearly off of him and then letting gravity force the impact again and again.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was insane and she was mad and lust. She fucked him rougher than she thought she liked, the pain of each thrust enhancing the bliss she felt. She was screaming and moaning simultaneously and her body was tensing in a way that she hardly remembered. It had been so long since the last time she had climaxed, all her pent up lust shook her being like a might tremor. She thought she was dying the most beautiful death possible, and tears of ecstasy flooding her eyes. Once the feeling began to subside she was spent. She rested against her chance, panting intensely, involuntary jerks still pulsing through her body.
 
She fucked him like a wild animal, screaming and moaning into the night as she slammed her body against him. He allowed her to fuck herself mad on him, concentrating on caressing her back and hips, biting (but not yet to feed) into her neck and breasts. When at last she came he blasted hot semen inside her with a satisfied groan and then held her to him, her body still quivering around the half- hard cock that rested inside her.

"Come along," he said. "You must eat. Balls interrupted you meal. And I must have mine."

But he did not move; he could not make himself leave there, could not make himself let her go. A drow woman in the uniform if a scout approached; black skin, white hair, and red eyes of her race along with a sinuous, sensual figure topped off by a pair if fat, black skinned breasts. She carried a bowl of steaming stew.

"My Lord," the drow woman bowed. "What happened today was unpardonable. We do not know where the slave whore got the knife. I have been detailed to submit myself for discipline, and-"

"No discipline, Ilzza," he said, taking the bowl from her hand and placing it beside them on the ground. "Just dinner. For both of us."

Ilzza nodded, baring her breast. Allen leaned in and but the side of the fat black tit, sucking from it hungrily as the drive moaned. He pulled back, blood dripping from his chin.

"Want some?" He offered Alhanna, grinning.
 
She rested in his arms, sighing softly as she was flooded by his seed. Everything felt right , in this small moment. She was able to push out all the darkness and horror of the past few days. She was with Allek again, the only man she had ever loved. She nuzzled him, as he held her close, a warm satisfaction fill her. It was a rather beautiful, intimate moment between lovers, or at least it was until the drow scout interrupted them.

Alhana drew close to Allek, pressing her nude chest against him as she turned to see the drow woman approaching. She was quite annoyed to have her private time with Allek intruded upon so, and seeing the lovely drow did not help matters. She stayed quiet as Allek spoke with her, listening intently. She was eager for the woman to leave, so she could have her lover to herself once more, instead, the drow pulled out her tit for Allek to feed upon. She scoffed loudly at the display.

"Really? I am not even off his cock and you are pulling out a breast for him?" She asked the scout incredulously. She snickered as Allek bit into her, jealousy welling up from deep inside. She adjusted her clothes and got off of him, too upset to watch him feed on another woman. She took the bowl and food and walked away, not really sure where she was going.
 
"Alhanna!" He roared, his voice full of command. "Get back here!"

Ilzza knelt, clutching her breasts's and whimpering softly; in pain or pleasure it was hard to tell.

"Dammit I will NOT have you throwing a tantrum every time I have to feed off of someone else!" He snarled darkly. "Now come back here before I feel the need to punish you."
 
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