Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

[Vivid Fizz]

The baroness was sorely tempted. The sensation between her legs was growing more and more desperate. It did not take long for her to feel as if she might be driven completely mad by it. No matter how much she wanted to please him her own need was winning out and he had already exploded in her mouth. Was she going to get a second chance to cum, too? Her lips drew in a tight pout and she decided that she could be very… evil to him.

She stopped all of her attentions at once and simply looked at him. The control she had right now was amazing. How would he react to the sudden lack of pleasure? Babbette could be a spoiled, wicked thing at times. Her emotions were that of the swing of a cat’s tail. One minute she could be as sweet as can be and the other she was a terrible little beast.

“Maybe you should be more gentlemanly then,” she said in a clipped tone. “A gentleman would see to his lady’s issues before his own. Dear duke, where are your manners?”

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Matilda was actually wearing thin at that point. Her body twitched and a dull ache set within her limbs. She gave a sheepish grin to Gerard. It seemed that he was still willing and able to go. How did he ever manage? The redhead was spent. Then again she had a busy day. Preparing the baroness could be quite the physical adventure. Sometimes she even had to run around to get that girl to wear a corset.

“You, sir,” she said through heavy pants. “Are quite the remarkable fuck. Truly I have been bested this day! My poor rear will never be the same.”

 

[Dampylle]

The duke was surprised as her behavior shifted, but he was not one to ignore his own needs. His mind began to race with ways to manage both... some method to make her quake in passion even as he sated his own rampant lusts. As his thoughts raced his hands slid down to work Babbette's hardened nipples with his usual deft skill. He rolled her sensitive nubs even as he let his potent aura flair once more to its fullest. He growled passionately as he answered intent to give her a taste of her own, "Oh really now... as you play the tease with your man you demand he be a gentlemen?" the duke gave a throaty chuckle with a matching tweak to her hard nipples before continuing, "A gentlemen would not have made you quake in passion earlier nor would he have let you sample his member and services your bountiful bosom."

He gave a throaty growl and smiled as his plan finally came together and he took a very dominant role pushing his buxom bride to be to the soft turf and then leaned down to bite and lick at her nipples. before letting his hands slide down to hike up her skirts and remove her knickers. He gave her a wolfish smile and gazes into her eyes, his own violet pools full of lust as he spoke in a passionate growl, "So perhaps a compromise my wanton baroness... I will make you quake once more in passion even as you take another taste of my endowment... and we will both get what we want."

The duke did not wait for an answer but instead flipped around and pressed his massive member to Babbette's pouty lips even as he leaned down to work his own talented tongue upon her glistening folds and swollen clit. He timed his attentions so that as she gasped he was able to begin to once more feed her his gargantuan cock, meanwhile his tongue delved deeply into her wet folds and he paused to suckle hungrily at her clit while letting his hands wander her firm heart shaped rear. Before long his deft fingers also began to tease the tight rosebud of her delectable rump even as he worked his talents on her blossom and his large member throbbed with his pleasure.

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Gerard was actually feeling rather spent, which for him was to say the least a rarity. He had never had a woman keep up with him this long let alone take his mammoth member in every way in the span of a single night. He wondered what sort of fun they could get to if they actually had a day or two completely too themselves without any duties to fatigue them and occupy their time. He smiled wolfishly at her comment and then pulled the curvaceous redhead tightly to his own well muscled body with a playful growl before he answered her after catching his own breath.

"Mmm so glad you approve, I will be sure you get the chance for more upon your later visits... and i will take that as a compliment, I did tell you i planned to ruin you for other men." he smirked and leaned in to press his lips firmly to hers before he continued, "I hope i have succeeded... as I would very much like to see more of you and have you all to myself."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

At first Babbette did not let the massive knob pass her lips, the pair of soft and pouty petals getting an ample coating of the thick and salty clear precum with the pressure. Finally she allowed the large and throbbing manhood into her mouth as she groaned. His mouth was doing positively sinful things between her legs and she lifted her hips to meet his mouth.

A sharp gasp came from her, taking more of his cock deep within her throat. His finger was beginning to prod at that tight bud of her rear. What was he doing?! She squirmed as she attempted to get the finger away from that hole but, to her dismay, the digit slowly sunk in to its first knuckle.

That was wrong! So wrong… but it felt good. Very, very good. Instead of fighting it she moaned and opened her legs further. Her mouth relaxed and she let him thrust into her mouth with wild abandon. Her own pussy was pulsing with pure pleasure. It drooled and coated his lips with her sweet feminine juices.

-_-_-_-


Matilda kissed him back, fully enjoying the press of someone’s lips pressed down on her own. She loved kissing. Pecks, soft and gentle touches, passionate and wild lip locks between loves… all of them made her so very happy. She laughed when he asked that question.

“I think that you may have ruined me for now,” she teased him. “I am not so sure about tomorrow. Maybe one of the older cooks has more experience and a bigger cock. Huh? What would you have to say that, my trusty steed?”

 

[Dampylle]

The duke groaned into her dripping folds as the baroness took more and more of his sizable cock, her soft pouty lips felt positively delightful wrapped around his member even as the vibration of her moans drove him wild. He smirked a bit and nibbled more roughly at her clit as her reaction so quickly shifted once he had a finger working her tight rear entrance.

Mythrand redoubled his efforts on the lovely Babbette's swollen clit as he pumped his massive dick into her seemingly all to willing mouth. He sunk his finger further into her tight rear even as he continued to fondle her lush ass and thrust his tongue deeply into her dripping folds. Her reaction spurred him on and soon he was attempting to add a second finger to her tight ass while he grazed his fangs playfully over her clit to tease her even further. The Duke growled his passion as he further increased his efforts intent to truly set the beautiful baroness off and send her into a fit of quaking pleasure the likes of which she had not dreamed of.

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Gerard just smirked and shook his head as he laughed at Matilda's comment. He was fairly certain she was prodding him but he was gypsy and they were an aggressive and possessive breed so already he was thinking on ways to make her pay for that little jab. For now though he took her delicate hand and forced it down to grasp his limp, though still quite massive, cock with a bit of a growl to his voice as he spoke.

"I think you are mad if you think one of those old men has a cock this huge and virile.... mayhaps I fucked you a bit to roughly and knocked something loose... in which case once you are rested upon the morrow, i will just have to give you another toss in the hay to right what I broke"

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Babbette could feel everything and do nothing. His body pinned hers roughly to the ground, his thrusting hips doing their job to keep her still. Deeper and deeper his cock moved until it breached the back of her throat and caused her to gag.

His mouth and fingers sent her into fits of untold desire. What things! What amazing, wondrous things he was doing to her. A pathetic squealing whimper managed to get out past his large and throbbing manhood. The tight passage of her rear clamped down without mercy on his fingers. Oh! The delight! The pure bliss! Her head swam and, without warning, a second orgasm came over her.

A nice trickle of her feminine juices cascaded over his lips as her body tensed. So powerful was her climax that she nearly passed out from it and she went limp. The only sound coming from her nose as she breathed roughly.

-_-_-_-

“Of course you would say something like that,” she said simply. The beautiful redhead pulled herself off of his cock. Her asshole was red and gapped. It attempted to close and slowly managed to do so. A groan caught between agony and delight came from full red lips. “Oooch! I will nary be able to sit for a week. You wicked, wicked man!”

Matilda twisted her wrists. She was done with being tied up. Her arms were beginning to hurt her and she still had her duties as a handmaiden to a demanding girl. If she was going to be useful at all they would have to stop for that evening.

“No only have you ruined me for other men but you ruined me for my work as well.”

 

[Dampylle]

Mythrand was loosing himself even as he lapped hungrily at Babbette's nectar, the moans of her climax were doing delightful things to his throbbing member and he soon found himself growling as he reached a second crashing climax. As before he fed the buxom baroness a sizable dose of his thick seed before managing to pull his impressive endowment from between her pouty lips. He licked his own lips clean of her sweet juices before rolling over and without thinking wrapping his arms around Babbette and pulling her tightly against him with a playful growl, he was not sure what she did to rouse his passions so easily or why he felt such a sudden attachment to her but he was all to willing to enjoy it.

"Oh my, I dare say you are the most tempting beauty I have ever come across mon cherie... and you do drive me to distraction... whatever am I to do with you." Without so much as a thought Mythrand reached up to stroke Babbette's lovely auburn locks as they lay there on the soft turf. Mythrand had his share of lusty dalliances in the past but as he lay there he knew this was different, there was a sense of attachment that was unlike anything he was familiar with... for he had a genuine interest in the beautiful baroness and her intellect promised actual companionship, her newly blossoming appetites were simply an added bonus for the lusty vampire.

Already his thoughts turned to plans for other nights. He knew that it was often the practice to take once intended to the theater or opera... it was part of why he had never pursued a lady of the court before. Simply put he had no desire to spend an evening of culture with the vapid wallflowers of the court. But in his arms lay a noble woman with a mind as sharp as any lords, he would gladly take her to such shows knowing they could actually discuss them and she would be more than a beautiful escort... she would be an actual observer of such events and that held an appeal all its own for the powerful Duke. Yes he would take her to the globe for the latest stage show and to the opera when a suitable troop was in town. He would finally appear in the halls of culture about London as he finally had a reason, time shared with his brilliant baroness.

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Gerard reached up and ran a hand through Matilda's crimson strands then reached out to lightly caress her wrists even as he chuckled at her comment about ruining her for other men. He lifted her wrists to his lips and placed gentle kisses upon the spots where the leather had left her flesh a bit raw. As anamalistic as he tended to be he could also be gentle when the mood struck him and at the moment he very much wanted to show the lovely handmaiden that he was more than a well hung stud that could sate her carnal desires.

"I apologize if in my eagerness I have inconvenienced you... I may have gotten a bit carried away, I do not think I have ever found a woman who could match my appetites before you. If you wish I can see if some of the staff can aid you in any tasks I have made problematic... after all I would not want you in trouble on my account."

He leaned down to give her a soft and playful kiss, letting his lips linger softly upon hers for a time with a smile before he spoke once more.

"as for being wicked... I can not apologize for that, as I quite enjoyed the heights of passion we stirred in one another"

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Again her mouth was filled with that thick, tangy seed. Babbette attempted to swallow it all. This time she managed to get more down. Gravity had helped considerably and it slid easily down her throat. She wondered if all girls were made to swallow seed like this when they had men? She gulped harshly and when he pulled out of her throat and wiped her sore lips, wincing. Having such a log forced down her mouth had certainly made things tender.

She giggled in a girlish manner. One that she rarely indulged in. To her it made girls look emptied headed. Which is why so many did it. The best trait in a woman was good breeding followed by blissful ignorance and submission. She playfully bit down on his ear and growled back at him. This had been a fun night for her. The rush was wearing down and she could not deny how utterly satisfied she was. A smirk crossed her lips and she snuggled up closer to the man she had shared such lurid and intimate encounters with. No wonder so many were impure. Carnal delights were well, delightful.

The beautiful baroness would have enjoyed the beautiful evening but something broke the silence. A growl came from her stomach and her cheeks flushed deeply. “I guess I am hungry… this was supposed to be dinner, after all.”

-_-_-_-

Matilda giggled. The tenderness was very nice. After such powerful fucking it was quite nice to be shown such affection. It was rare for such a dominant man to be so sweet afterward. A smile crossed her lips as he apologized to her and she bit her lip.

“I can pretend to be ill for a day or two,” she teased him. “Babbette could not get in that much trouble while I recover from such a rough and brutal fucking.”

Though she did not know what her mistress had done. If she did she would have been completely on her guard. While it was alright for her to fuck around but the Baroness was quite different. The beauty had this glorious innocence that shone brightly from within.

“We should get dressed though. They have been out for the ride a long while and this is long past Babbette’s normal dining hour.”

 

[Dampylle]

The duke could not help but sigh in pleasure and smile both as the buxom baroness giggled and pressed her lush curves gently to him and doubly so as she nibbled playfully. Such an affectionate and at times ravenous beauty was all he could have ever hoped for in those terms and she fulfilled every possible want there. He savored the feel of Babbette pressed against him like that and then heard her stomach growl and chuckled playfully himself before leaning down to nip playfully at her neck before he answered.

"Hmm I just enjoyed a very tasty treat mon cherie, though you are in luck as I did bring more than plump sausage for you to feast on... I had a picnic prepared ahead of time." He smiled and helped to straighten both of their elegant attire before he helped her to her feet. He kept Babbette gently at his side as he walked over to retrieve bundles of dried meats and cheeses as well as parcels of wax paper containing fresh fruit and last but not least a bottle of fine wine and two goblets of shining gold. He also produced a fine quilted blanker which he lay down by the pond and the guided Babbette over to before helping her to sit, taking the chance to lean forward and treat her to another slow and somewhat heated kiss, before sitting beside her and unwrapping the lavish picnic meal.

The Duke then lifted the cuts of cured and dried meats as well as fruits and fed them to the beautiful baroness by hand. He gently dabbed her full lips with a silken kerchief between bights and every so often leaned in to kiss her ever so softly. This was a side of the duke few would even imagine existed much less ever see... he was doting on the beautiful young baroness and seemed more concerned with her needs than his own for the time being. This was rare behavior indeed and many of his servants would have actually been shocked to see it.

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Gerard smiled as Matilda smiled and teased him all the while praising his prowess in the way he had just ravaged her. He playfully kissed her once more then nibbled softly at her plump cupids bow of a mouth even as he reached for their clothes to help her and himself right themselves before someone walked in on what was clearly the aftermath of a vigorous fuck session.

"Mmmm the lovely handmaiden spending so long alone in bed... such a shame and oh so tempting," now it was he who was teasing Matilda and he did so with a playful smile. "Maybe I can find an excuse to visit you... as for my master and your mistress, you need not worry just yet. I packed him a lavish picnic meal at his request so they may be out for a little while yet."

Gerard gave her a playful smile and began to don his rugged yet elegant looking attire once more. His eyes though lingered on her figure and form enjoying the sight as she dressed once more.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Babbette soaked up the attention. Every time his lips touched hers she would press hers back. Each bite of food she took from her fingers would, in return, get a nice long suck on the digits from her. Though she was not feeling sexually amorous at that moment, she was feeling affectionate. Was it normal to feel such a connection with someone she just met? Her heart was aflutter. Did this mean she was easy? Not like some of the hierarchy and well-to-do but she certainly had a good time in a fast and heated manner. Her body was still humming with that delicious energy that he had caused to course through it.

“Dear Duke,” she purred between bites. “You certainly know how to spoil me, don’t you? Good food and a tender hand… so the rumors I hear aren’t true. You really are not the cad that everyone paints you out to be. Or am I just another conquest to the great Duke Dragonasi?”

A playful giggle issued from her full lips and she tilted back her head. Curls popped out of the pins keeping them in place and the amber waves fell about her shoulders. Her eyes widened and she flushed deeply. Even after all that they had shared a simple spill of her hair sent her into a tizzy. What would he think of her? A woman’s hair down meant certain things after all…

-_-_-_-

Matilda’s dressing went much slower. Every part of her was giving her hell. Her arms were sore, her backside was stinging her still, and her poor rosebud was having a hard time closing. A streak of her seed was making its way down her leg and she chuckled. What a mess she was! The rigors a good and hard fuck took was almost too much for her.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed as she pulled and straitened her chemise. “You will have to visit it me. I may have to take a week out for being ‘ill’ if you decide to do it every night.”

She bit her lip and approached him when she was done dressing. Arms came to encircle his neck and she pressed herself closely to him. A certain, playful light danced in her eyes as she tilted her head up to press a kiss to his lips.

“You are going to kill me with that horse cock.”

 

[Dampylle]

Mythrand smiled rather enjoying her affections, he could tell from the look in her eye that this was just her natural playful attention and he quite enjoyed it. A touch of the sensual to even these casual caresses was something he had never dared to expect from a noble woman. This young Baroness had captured his attention so easily and with each encounter he only seemed to find more about here that drew him like a moth to flame. In all his many years he had never felt such a connection, there was soemthing primal and powerful about it that he could not deny and to be frank he did not want to. She woke a passionate beast in him and even when that beast slumbered she managed to hold his attention. He could scarcely draw his eyes away from the buxom beauty who so enthralled him and that in of itself made him smile all the more.

"I will always do what I can to see to your needs mon cheire... those rumors are only about a mans lust as rumors of a cad often are, what you stir greatly differs from simple lust... though I would be a fool and a liar to say you do not stir that as well." The purr to her voice had an appeal all its own and he lifted her hand to his lips to place a tender kiss there on the back of her hand. The truth was that this was a side of the duke that no other woman had drawn out and so none had ever seen let alone been able to speak of.

As her beautiful curls spilled free he could not help but smile even wider. Babbette truly was breathtaking and he was sorely tempted to act on the notions stirred by her hair falling free. But instead he reached up to run his hand through her soft curls and leaned down to simply kiss softly at her neck before brushing his lips softly against hers and whispering softly, "Careful my sweet lest you vex me with your beauty once more."

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Gerard enjoyed watching and helping Matilda to dress. She was every bit the wild mare to match him as a stallion and that was something he had not found in any woman before. He still felt ever so slightly winded from their thorough rutting and when she cooed and taunted him with talk of even more of the same in her bedchambers he could not help but smile and give her a throaty chuckle. He had been about to speak when she pressed herself to him so closely and embraced him before offering him a kiss, a kiss he responded to in kind enjoying the feel of her lips against his own. Her last comment too though earned a throaty chuckle and growl from him before he finally answered.

"Mmm every night, you tempt me so Matilda... and you know I will gladly visit you my fiery wench... and as for my horse cock, I am sure you will get used to it seeing as I am certain you will be getting ample practice... killing you with it would only rob me of the most marvelous lover I have come across and that I could never forgive myself for."

He chuckled and nipped playfully at her lips before adding with a throaty rumble to his voice.

"Plus I think you rather enjoyed being so stuffed milady."

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Babbette closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. It felt so good. When she was younger her father used to play with her hair when she was upset or hurt herself. That type of touch had been missed but, now when it was brought back with the Duke, it had a new meaning and she liked it all the more. She had felt like some pretty little pet and she leaned against him to soak up more of the attention. A contented sigh issued from her lips and she closed her eyes. The evening had tuckered her out, it seemed. Such high energy activities she wasn’t expecting!

“Then, if I vex you so, perhaps we could speak of our wedding arrangements?” she asked through a yawn. “I would love to start planning it. What type of ceremony do you want? I always fancied a ceremony at sunset. Untraditional, I know, but I have always thought it would be terribly romantic… to get married beneath the stars and by candlelight. A nighttime celebration and then a day to spend in each others arms before we went to honeymoon.”

Her dreams were outlandish. Not many got wed outside of a church. Even less got married during the nighttime. Yet Babbette wanted this. She wanted things to be just right and she had a feeling that the Duke would much prefer things her way. This man did not seem to be one to follow the norm. In fact he regularly upset the status quo with just his being.

-_-_-_-

She flushed deeply. Most amazing, eh? That title normally went to nameless whores who spent their entire lives on their backs or with their asses up in the air. To know that she had made that status gave her a strange mix of pride and of humor. What a man, she thought as he playfully bit at her lips. What a man, indeed.

“That I did,” she replied in a soft purr. “It has been a good long while since I have had such a thorough rut. It will be a good soreness I will wake with. One that will keep me with thought enough to last me a lifetime of nights pleasuring myself.”

That was right, Tilda. Be a little tease and put him through Hell. She couldn’t very well let him think he had all of the control in this relationship. If it could be call that. She pondered for a moment as she went to redo her hair, pulling it up quickly into a neat little bun.

 

[Dampylle]

Mythrand loved how she reacted when he ran his fingers through her soft curls, he found it a very intimate geasture and her smile and sigh warmed him and when she leaned gently against his powerful frame he wrapped his other arm gently around her. This simple embrace was something he would come to treasure... that much was already clear to him and knowing that he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. So when she spoke softly once more and spoke of their nuptuals he was he could not help but smile and all the more so because of what she suggested.

"That sounds positively lovely mon cherie, a wedding under the stars where I can see your lovely visage bathed in the subtle elegance of moonlight... I can not think of any vision more lovely than that dear Baroness. Likewise I can think of nothing I would rather do than spend the day with you in private away from prying eyes... holding you in my arms." As he spoke he continued to run his hand through her hair softly, he had not expected such a desire from her but it was somethign that brought a warm smile to his lips.

As he learned more and more of his blushing bride to be he could not help be find himself more and more drawn to her. He had never been one to believe stories of love at first sight in the past, or claims that people were made for one another. But as she seemed so much the perfect match to him it was hard to ignore those ideas. Holding her so gently in his arms and stroking her hair with revelations that seemed so much like his own thoughts he could not help but think that their meeting was simply meant to be... that perhaps this truly was fate.

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Gerard smiled and held Matilda closely to him as she answered him. She truly was being a horrid little tease but he got the feeling that she teased him in a way similar to the way he was teasing her about her immense carnal urges... although truth be told they were the perfect match for his own. The purr to her voice was answered with a playful growl from him and his answer to her teasing was to pull her tightly against him and nip at her ear as he answered her in a husky purr of his own.

"Oh you will not need to worry about that... I think you will be more likely to have a lifetime of nights filled with such thorough rutting... unless you would prefer I slake my immense passions without you?"

He gave her a playful and teasing smirk, he had no intention of looking elsewhere if she would have him but he was used to being in control. Normally a woman speaking as she did would result in a snide comment about him making use of the dozens of women who wanted his attentions, but for some reason he felt a certain appeal to simply having a relationship with this beautiful young maiden as she fixed her hair.