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The vampire Masquerade (Rhu x LordBesar)

Rhubarb

Rhubarb

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The carriage rolled to a rough stop on the cobble stone drive way in front of the estate. Catherine watched her father Daniel get out in a huff and storm across the drive way and up the stairs. Catherine had no idea what this was all about, but she wasn't very happy with her father for pulling her away from her own birthday celebration to go have an argument with his boss and then expect her to just remain in the carriage. The newly sixteen year old leaned her head back against the seat and steamed quietly. Then she picked up the faint music coming from inside, a waltz. Catherine loved to waltz, and she loved parties. Looking out the small windows of the carriage she looked at the manor, it was a beautiful house, much bigger than her own, even though hers was very nice.

Through a big glass window she spotted flashes of dark blues and violets. She realized these were the dresses of some of the dancing women, waltzing with their partners. Catherine thought a moment, then opened the small door to the carriage and stood on the cobblestones. The girl looked down at attire, critiquing if she would be able to enter without embarrassing herself. Her cream colored lace dress with thin straps still looked presentable and her matching heels didn't have any scuffs on them. She pulled up her white cardigan making sure it covered her shoulders then withdrew a compact ivory plated mirror from her pocket . Catherine admired her crystal blue eyes with silver flecks in the mirror and tucked a strand of her straight mahogany brown hair behind her ear. She touched up her red lipstick then began to walk towards the house. She just intended to have a look, then return back to the carriage and wait for her father. As she ascended the stairs leading to the entrance her nerves began to rise and she almost turned back, but something kept telling her she had to go inside. As she entered Catherine wondered for a moment why the carriage driver hadn't stopped her, but that thought quickly faded into the back of her mind.

In the entrance hall it was empty, but standing one either side of the entrance to what she assumed would be the grande hall or ballroom stood two servants, each holding a silver platter, one man, one woman. As she approached she was worried they'd ask for an invitation, but instead they only leaned down offering the contents of their trays. Each had a mask and a smile on their face, like they were expecting her. On the tray too her left sat a frosted cookie with her name on it. The other had a white mask that would cover her eyes, a small rose in the corner of it. Had they been expecting her? Maybe her father and his family had been invited to the ball? Maybe the note her father had received was his boss expressing discontent and their absence.

Slightly uneasy Catherine thanked them, putting the mask on her face, and taking the cookie. The maid spoke in a sweet voice, but her smile made the girl uneasy. "Welcome lady Catherine, we've been expecting you. Please, feel free to, ah, show yourself around. The master has given you the privilege of his entire home for you to explore." She nodded and they opened the doors for her, as she stepped in Catherine was stunned, shimmering flashes of dark blue and violet gowns filled the room as they twirled. Catherine walked around the edge of the room, now self conscious of herself being the only one in white. To her relief nobody seemed to pay her any attention. As she walked up the stairs at the end of the room she took a minute to appreciate the music, the waltz was dark and romantic, she really enjoyed it. She began to walk down the hall and take in the interior, she knew she should go back to her carriage and wait, but she knew her father would be a while, and she'd been given full reign of the gorgeous house.

She wandered for a while eating the cookie as she went and then decided to turn around. Then Catherine realized, she had no idea where she was, she'd gone down what felt like an endless amount of hallways. She turned around and looked around again, that's when she saw it. A single black door with two tiny windows in it. Through them she saw walls of royal blue with black embellishments. Intrigued, Catherine looked around then went up to the door and opened it. She walked in closing the door behind her. She looked around, amazed at the pretty color of the walls. Then she saw him.

He stood there bowing, offering her a rose. One that matched the walls, it was beautiful, she was, afraid, but still that something compelled her. She slowly stepped forward and reached out, then she gently took the rose. Catherine suddenly hissed as the thorns bit into her skin. Just then something overtook her, something dreamy, something, heavy. Her vision went fuzzy, her eyes sagged, she lost her balance and everything went black. [/color]
 
The masquerade itself had long been planned. Some might say it was years in the making, believing it to be a metaphor and the party having been planned but not that far in advance. However, they couldn't have been more wrong. The gilded event had been planned long before any of the invitees had caught of whiff, let alone received an invitation to the auspicious event. Even so, the event was like no other. No expense had been spared. No item too rare or valuable to be purchased. Endless bottles of champagne and other expensive spirits filled the ballroom. Attendants having been hired to ensure not a single attendee was without libation.

While many believed the party was being thrown for general enjoyment, there was a much more specific task for which the event had been thrown. No one but the host himself was truly aware of the singular focus of the party. Not even the two recently arrived guests were fully aware of the motive for which the party had been thrown. Such was the mysterious nature of the host. A man whom very few had actually seen. Despite having heard stories, which they repeated to others. Until his character had grown into being nearly literary. Almost as if he was the Count of Monte Christo. A man without equal and with a fortune without compare. Such were the rumors that had swirled around and spun until little truth was known. Many didn't even know the host's name. Only his reputation as a man.

He himself waited alone in a room of plush design. Wearing a well tailored black suit, a dark mask on his head. Covering much of his face. Revealing only a pale but slightly hairy chin. His dark hair revealed from the back. He waited in a sumptuous chair, patient that the young woman would find her way to him, as he had intended for her whole life. He'd waited patiently for this day. Arguments with her father for years had raged, but this dark and masked man had known that his will would ultimately triumph over that of Daniel, his servant. He'd waited for her. Dreamt of her. Pondered her impending coming of age so that he might be able to claim her as he'd always wished. And now she was his.

His ears detected the noise at the door, and his keen eyes saw the flash of movement as the young woman walked inside. Standing from his chair, he flashed a bright white smile and handed her the rose. Gently, slowly, letting her accept his gift. "For you." he whispered so softly she would barely be able to hear. As she took the rose, he watched as she mistakenly gripped the thorns. A small puncture created in her skin. Suddenly his eyes narrowed as the scent of slightly iron deficient blood wafted to his nose. Without warning, he sprung. Flashing across the room in a blur of movement as his arms were around the young woman and his lips moved to the open wound. Sucking at it softly, drinking in the dark red blood. Before he moved to her wrist, kissing it softly, before he bit down. His sharp teeth easily tearing and piercing her skin and letting blood flow. The taste intoxicating his mind and causing his eyes to roll back.

Softly he drank. Savoring the taste of the young woman he'd waited her whole life to claim. He was careful to drink slow. Letting her settle. But she felt heavy in his very strong arms, an indication that she'd feinted. With a nearly orgasmic smile, the dark haired man finished his drink. Careful to drink only what he needed. Never more. Once his burning lust for her was satisfied, the man took her in his arms and flew through the house. Moving through hallways and past the party as he took the marble stairs to the plush bedroom of his estate. Laying her down, he sought out a bandage to wrap her wrist.

With the young woman resting in his bed, the man left her, locking the room and walking slowly towards the party as to see off his guests. In the hallway, Daniel stopped him.

"You!" the aging man growled, stalking up to his employer. "Where is my daughter? I have not found her, and I know that you are the cause. Where have you taken her?"

Unfazed by the man's stare and fierce tone, the tall and dark man brushed a speck of dirt off his shoulder. "Have you forgotten my rank good sir?" he asked with a bemused tone. "Do try to remember, as both your employer, and a Lord, the utmost respect should be given to me. Now, you'd do well to remember that."

Walking past the man, the Lord heard a gasp and the sound of crying. Turning, he saw Daniel on his knees. Aghast with grief.

"You have taken her as you always insisted you would haven't you? Lord Rilford." the crying man sobbed. "You have taken my only daughter as your blood slave. Doomed to feed your wicked desires."

Lord Rilford said nothing. Only pulling off his mask to reveal his handsome face. His blood orange eyes revealed. With a nod and a smile, he pulled his mask back on and left. Going to ensure the party was progressing. Though his thoughts lingered to the sleeping woman in his bed. Whom he would soon check on to.
 
The father was quickly escorted out by any help that wasn't busy attending to the party guests. He was going in between sobbing and cursing the host's name. As the carriage rolled out of the driveway, one particular maid turned around and walked back with a smile on her face. Claudette had been the most loyal of the maids for years now. She'd been the one to spike the cookie with Cantarella, a minor poison that would only knock out young Catherine long enough for things to calm down so she wouldn't be able to escape in the chaos. Now Claudette wove her way through the house and found her master, as she walked past him she let out a few words in a whisper only loud enough for his ears. "I'm going to prepare the young miss now my lord. She should be ready on the hour." With that the made ascended the marble staircase and withdrew her skeleton key from the pocket of her apron and entered her master's chambers.

Catherine slowly woke up looking around her, she wanted to bolt upright in surprise and panic, but she just didn't have the energy. Then suddenly the maid from earlier was helping her to her feet. "Shhh, don't fret now. Everything is alright. Lets get you cleaned up and into something more, suitable." Catherine was confused and her head hurt. "Where am I? What's happened? Where is my father?" Claudette groaned internally, but kept calm and kind on the outside. "It's no surprise that you don't know. Not just anyone becomes rich under the Master like your father did. You have to devote yourself and make a deal with him, promise him something. Your father promised you to his Lord. Now-" Claudette led her to a small end table where she picked up a glass of water and rummaged in her pocket pulling out two red pills. She held them both out to Catherine smiling, but she was barraged by the maiden's questions again. "My father would never do that. How can you say such things? There's s-some kind of misunderstanding. Claudette just smiled and continued to offer the pills to the girl. "Iron Supplements, please take them, you'll feel better. I assure you he will explain everything once the initial, meeting, is taken care of." Catherine, too confused to think about it obeyed and quickly took the glass and downed both pills. Then the maid led her into the bathroom where she dampened a towel and began to dab at Catherine's face. The girl was a little taken back. "You're not going to have me bathe?" Claudette chuckeled.[/color] "No, I'm not, but the master will probably want to afterwards." Catherine wasn't sure what that meant but, she decided to keep quiet as the maid began to remove her dress. She was slightly embarrassed, but she'd experienced this at home as well. She was surprised however when the maid unhooked her bra and quickly replaced her current underwear with a bright red lacy set that could be considered scandalous at best. Then when Claudette slid a black silken night gown over her head Catherine spoke up.

"I can't meet the Lord of the house like this! It's, outrageous." The maid just smirked. "He'll approve of it, I assure you." With that Claudette picked up the clothes Catherine had been wearing before and exited the room. The young lady sat on the bed and swallowed. "Just what kind of man is this Lord?"
 
Daniel was distraught and still collapsed on the floor. When he'd promised his first born child, Catherine was so small he never believed it would come to this. But Lord Rilford had never let him forget. And now that she was of age, it was clear that she was lost forever. The play thing of this immortal beast of a man. Gradually Daniel heaved himself off of the floor. Slowly walking out of the manor and to his carriage. Where he was to return home. Likely breaking out a bottle to drink his sorrows away. Even if this man treated his lovely daughter with perfect kindness, there was always that possibility Rilford slipped and lost control.


Lord Fredrick Albert Rilford was a recluse for the most part. He never left his manor. Only so sparingly that it was always a shock to his servants when he did. Aside from perhaps Claudette, whom he'd employed the longest. Few knew him personally. And no one at the party did. Though they all assured their friends they know him intimately. He silently milled about the party, until the hour became late and his guests had departed. Speaking with his staff to ensure they would carry about the cleaning and return his home to top condition, he sighed and slowly walked towards the master suite of his manor. Slow and careful steps. His hands behind his back as he pondered the young woman who was no doubt waiting for him. He knew Claudette had come to ensure Catherine was presentable. But even so, he felt somewhat nervous for the first time in many years.

Reaching the door to the bedroom, Lord Fredrick Rilford opened it softly, just as Claudette had finished dressing Catherine. His blood orange eyes were on the young woman. Aprising her with a smile. She was like a lovely rose. Soft and beautiful Casting a glance at Claudette, he smiled to her. "Thank you, you may go now." he spoke to her softly. Waiting for the maid to depart before he came to sit down on the bed beside the young woman. "Catherine." he whispered softly. "I am Lord Fredrick Albert Rilford."

The words were all he spoke for a moment. Allowing her to ponder his words and think on his person. With a slow movement, he took her small and dainty hands in his own large pale ones. Bringing one hand up to kiss the back of it softly. Revealing his bright teeth to her. She may not yet realize, but it was obvious Fredrick was a Vampire. An immortal night walker. Forever cursed to drink the blood of mortals to satisfy his cravings. She had been chosen. To serve as an intoxicating vintage for his lusts.

"Would you like a tour of my home?" he asked with a smile, though his eyes devoured her beautiful form. "Or perhaps I might kiss you. Each and every inch of your soft skin."
 
As the man sat by her, Catherine was instantly struck by how handsome and attractive he was, even though he was obviously at least two decades her senior. "It's nice to meet you my lord, and an honor to be here. F-forgive my boldness, but I'm confused and slightly frightened. I have no idea why I'm here or where my father is... He's alright i-isn't he?" She watched as he slowly grasped her hands then kissed the back of one. Upon seeing his sharp teeth she took in a shaky breath breath. She'd overheard her parents argue about the man being some kind of monster, she never thought it had meant literally. Then he grinned at her and she took in his eyes, a dangerous color she'd never seen before. "Your eyes.... They're beautiful..." She kept staring for a moment before finally coming back to her senses.

As he proposed the two ideas to her, she flushed, her cheeks turning red. Was this why the maid had dressed her in such a scandalous manner? "W-with all do respect Lord Rilford, you're easily old enough to be my father..." Though she had to admit, something was waking up and stirring in her hormones whether she liked it or not. She didn't. "L-lord Rilford, why am I here?" Without thinking Catherine reached up with her free hand and gently straightened the Lord's tie, then she noticed her wrist with the now bloodstained bandage, she turned it to look and in doing so accidentally pulled the knot on the man's tie causing it to come undone and hang loose. She pulled her hands back and turned red. "I-I'm so sorry, I was trying to fix it. F-forgive me." With the tie loose she took notice of the new collarbone and neck muscles it exposed, her face turned even more red.
 
The vampiric Lord kissed her hand softly. His blood lust having been satisfied, it was easy for him to resist the siren call of the pulsing liquid within this young woman. But that lust would only be temporarily satisfied. he would need to feed on her once more at some point in the future. But then, she would hopefully willingly offer her wrist to him to feed from. For now though, he wanted to seduce and woo the young woman. Hopefully winning her over to the new life she'd been thrust rather unwilling into.

"Your father is physically fine." he assured her. "though he will likely need a drink to renew his spirits. He was quite distraught when I saw him. Though I mean him no ill will. He had attempted to reject a bargain we had crafted nearly two decades ago. I made a move to force his hand. Likely he will accept my actions in time. Though he will undoubtedly still resent me." While Fredrick hand't actually explained the truth, he had assured her that her father would be alright. Which was the real key as far as he was concerned.

He paused for a moment to take in her outfit and the lovely blush on her cheek before he spoke. Having his tie undone a bit made him growl softly. Another hunger forming within. His hands moved and softly rested on her inner thigh. Ignoring any resistance she might have. "Age is but a number my dear." he whispered softly. "But no matter. I have arranged with your father, that you might come to live with me. I am in dire need of companionship. So you will join me. I'll explain in due time your full function while here. But...I would be sorely remiss if I did not praise your beauty. How lovely and soft you look."

Bending forward, his lips touched the soft skin of her neck. Kissing it gently and adoring her skin lovingly. His hands moving up to grip her hips. Holding her softly as his kiss slowly picked up speed. "Would you like me to make love to you?" he whispered softly in her ear. "Or perhaps you might wish for a bath? I can be very patient if you need some time."
 
As the man rested his hand on her inner thigh and growled Catherine blushed, the growl made her hormones even more restless and that area was sensitive from being so untouched. His large manly hands sent some sort of wave through her body causing her to shudder slightly. "C-companionship? You mean to make me your bride or something?" The girl wanted to ask what would make her father do such a thing, it didn't make sense, but then Lord Rilford began to kiss her neck. She began to let out small whimpers and a moan or two as he worshipped the skin there. "My lord, please, you musn't do this-" She was almost in a panic, she didn't understand why her body betrayed her like this, her nerves were on fire. As he began asking her what she wanted she couldn't help but imagine it, this attractive older man with the toned body on top of her, doing naughty things to her. She swallowed. "M-master, I mean, m-my lord; I know what you want but I can't... I'm still a virgin- I-I would have no idea what I'm doing." She looked into his eyes and kind of sank lower onto the bed.

"T-this is a big mess..." At the suggestion of a bath she relaxed a little bit, She might be able to buy some time. "A bath sounds excellent, but would you be joining me Lord Rilford?" She sat up and looked at him, she didn't know exactly how this would go, but for some reason deep down, she wanted him to say yes. She then got up from the bed and walked over the bathroom beginning to gather the things she needed to bathe. Looking in the mirror things began to clarify and a look of understanding slowly came into her eyes. With her nerves more calm she realized that no matter what the deal had been, she was here now, and even if she managed to escape her dad would never shelter her from such a powerful man. The moment Lord Rilford had gotten a hold of her there was no letting go, it was just something she would have to get used to. She didn't like it, but no reward would come from panicking about it. She looked out the corner of her eye to see if he had moved.
 
Fredrick smiled at her tone. Enjoying the sight of the rose colored blush come to her cheeks. her skin was just so soft and touchable. He couldn't help but caress her. Kissing her would come soon after. It was inevitable. Just as his own hunger and desire for her was also inevitable. "Something of that nature my dear." he replied with a smile. Not usually being one to take a bride, given his own immortality. But he had long considered it, if the right woman were to grace his home and bed. perhaps Catherine would finally be the woman he had sought for across the centuries of night walking. Her innocence yet obvious desires were beyond adorable. Were he not endeavoring to be a gentleman, Fredrick would have likely already pulled away her panties to seek out her virgin sex. Tasting of it before he would take her for the first time. Claiming her as his lover.

"But my dear, I would guide you through the entire process." he assured her with a smile. His own trousers slightly bulging due to the obvious arousal and lust he felt for the soft young woman. Barely of age. Just over eighteen and a youthful woman. A body that had never been touched. And a womanhood that had never been penetrated. All of that would change soon. Himself being the one to claim what was no rightfully his. "I shall indeed my dear." he assured her. Remaining still as he allowed her time to process her thoughts, he stood up with a smile. His pants full of a throbbing desire for her flesh. "I shall run the water. Come in when you are ready." He said with a playful smile. Leaving her side, Fredrick went to the large bathroom and began to run the water into the marble and crystal tub. Great expense having been spent on the lavish bath.

Water filled it. A furnace deep in his manor providing the water that was of a very warm temperature. Slowly, the large tub was filled and once he added some bath salts, the vampire Lord called to his young charge. "Catherine my dear, the bath is ready." He called with a smile. He waited in the bathroom, still fully clothed. He would let her get in first and allow the warm water to soothe her. Before he would join her and begin their lustful tryst.
 
Catherine's heart jumped a little bit at his statement that he would guide her through the first time. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about having sex with this man she'd just meant. However it didn't seem like she had much of a choice. Her father had betrayed her, and now she was here. As he was in the other room she gently removed her night gown and then wrapped a towel around herself. The sixteen year old quietly walked into the bathroom and gave Fredrick a shy and nervous smile. She removed the towel revealing the red bra and panties, then set it aside and turned around with her back to him and pulled her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "M-my lord, would you be so kind as to help me remove this?" Once it was off she turned to face him with an arm covering her breasts. With the free hand she gently slid her panties down her waist then shimmied out of them and stepped into the bath lowering herself down and letting out a contented sigh as the warm water relaxed muscles she didn't even know were tense. She looked up and him and smiled gently, then she noticed the growing bulge in his pants and her blush returned. "Thank you for drawing the bath. It feels very nice."
 
Seeing the young woman walk into the bathroom made the mature Vampire grin a bright pure white smile. he was forcing himself on her in a sense. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be a perfect gentleman and ensure that she had the time of her life. While losing the virginity that she'd kept for her whole life. He had waited for her and was going to slowly walk her through her first time. Giving her as much pleasure as he could, while not ignoring his own desire and needs. Seeing her in just the bra and panties made his throat clench. His pants joining along. "Of course my darling." he said with a warm smile. Standing up and coming behind her to unhook the bra. His cold hands were gentle. Carefully removing the strap and taking the bra off her chest. Now she was totally naked before him.

"Why don't you help me out of my clothing?" He grinned. Wanting her involved and to see more of his body as he wanted more of her. Especially those pert young breasts.
 
Catherine shivered as she felt the man's cold fingers on her skin. She looked at him as she sat in the tub warming herself for a little bit, his smile was dazzling, the whitest smile she'd seen in years. She spotted his shockingly long canines and blushed a bit, they made her nervous but she'd come to believe Lord Frederick wouldn't hurt her. At his request, her cheeks reddened and she stood out of the tub, water running down her skin and giving it a gleam. She walked up to him and hesitated a moment before she began to unbutton his suit-jacket, removing it and setting it aside, then she loosened his collar and began to unbutton his shirt. Her blush deepened as she started exposing his muscular and manly torso. Setting the shirt aside something sparked in her mind and without really thinking she slowly slid her hand down his chest, going over one of the pectorals feeling his abs as her hand moved until it hit the waist of his pants. She instantly dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt, sliding it from the loops. She slowly unbuttoned his slacks and gently lowered them to the floor.

She instantly sucked in a breath at the sight of the barely contained bulge in front of her face. "It looks so large... M-may I?" [\color] She reached out and gently felt the mature man's dick through his underwear, kneading it with her hand a bit before gently pulling the undergarment down and exposing his cock. "Oh my, it's huge... A-are you sure we'll be able to- you know?"
 
Letting her undress him was proving to be a very good idea. Not only was this giving Fredrick a chance to see how she reacted, but it also gave Catherine a chance to see him and touch him. Her soft fingers making him groan with an impatient tone. He wanted her so very badly, but was being patient. At least, as best as he was able to be. But as her fingers touched his toned chest, Fredrick smiled and let out a low growl of desire. His face full of lust and hunger for her young body. "You have no idea how wonderful your teach feels my dear." he praised. Stroking her face softly. Lovingly.

When she had come to his underwear and removed them, revealing his long, thick and very pale manhood, Fredrick smiled. "Please my dear. Your touch is divine." he moaned. Pushing his hips and allowing her to touch his cock. The temptation to have his way with her was so very great. Resolving to work her up first, he pulled back. "Bathe first my dear. I assure you everything will be alright." he said with a smile. Reaching and lifting her up easily. Setting her down in the bathtub as he himself sat down. Pulling her tight to his chest. Her back against him. His hands played with her skin. Resting on the tight and flat tummy he ached to kiss and adore. One hand moved slowly down her tummy and to the space between her legs.

"May I touch you darling?" he asked. His lips against her neck as his fingers rested on her inner thigh. So close to her womahood.
 
She blushed as the hard cock twitched in front of her, she blushed and watched his reaction and she gently took it in her hand moving her fingers along the veins of his shaft. Then he backed away from her and she saw the lust in his eyes, the hunger. She squeaked a little bit as she was picked up and the lord sat down holding her against him. Leaning her head back she began to let out little noises of pleasure and such as her new master's hands began to explore her body. She'd never been touched like this or touched anyone else like this. She reached into the water and gently grasped his cock again pulling it above water and rubbing the tip with her palm in a circular motion.

As he asked if he could touch her she blushed. "i-i suppose." as his hand moved closer to her she trembled against him. Feeling his mouth against her neck she swallowed and held still. "A-are you going to eat me-?"
 
Having Catherine this close was what Fredrick had always wanted. He had dreamed of this moment, and now that she was of age he had no intentions of letting her escape his grasp. Not unless some horror were to befall her. And even then he would claim revenge on any. Even his own person. His hands were so gentle, though his breath became hot and short as she teased his manhood. So young, and yet with that curious and almost bratty smile, she had a natural sexuality about her that made him moan and ache to touch her.

"I promise to be gentle." he assured her as his fingers pushing at her puffy pussy lips. Slowly teasing the lips. not yet poking inside. "Your pleasure is my pride." Her question amused him. If she only knew the real situation she was in. His response would have to be clear. Slowly he kissed her neck while a singer poked into her pussy lips and teased the folds inside. "I shall. Though likely not as you have assumed." he revealed. "There are many ways to devour a scrumptious morsel like yourself. I shall engage in two of these ways. One I already have, in tasting of your lifehood after you pricked yourself by mistake. The other....you shall soon see. But suffice it to say, i have little doubt my 'eating' will cause nothing but bliss to fill you. As I wish nothing but pleasure to us both."

With his intentions revealed, the ancient vampire pushed a second finger into her pussy. While his thumb had moved to slowly tease her clit. Not yet working up. More of a gradually touch. Changing directions constantly as he tested what might give her the most pleasure.
 
Cahterine felt so dirty, so sinful surely he was to blame? The older muscled man behind her, with his warm body against hers, hard against hers. He felt so solid behind her. She blushed as his hands slowly slid towards her innocent womanhood, as those first fingers began to gently play with her, the sixteen year old sucked in a sharp breath whimpering. Her hand trembled on his cock a bit as he touched her. She tried to focus on pleasuring him but it was proving more difficult. She kept stroking him, able to pick up more speed easier with the water serving as a minor lubrication. She ran her free hand down his v line and gently grasped his balls massaging them lightly. She suddenly shook again and had to lean against him as the first finger slid into her slowly. She gasped and panted into his neck as the pain slowly but surely turned into pleasure. She wasn't sure what he meant about blissful eating, but she had a hunch. "A-am I going to do it to you too?" She let out a small squeak and bit her lip as the second finger was added, each little bit of added pleasure felt like lightning shooting through her body. She wanted to scold herself, this went against everything she'd ever been taught, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside and she grasped his cock again and stroked him more and faster, hoping she wasn't boring him.

"This is so bad... Surely I'll be damned for doing such things before marriage. Lord Rilford, you're going to take my maidenhead aren't you?" She let out another gasp and moaned as the fingers moved around inside of her.[/color]
 
Fredrick was careful in the way his fingers pushed inside of Catherine. Having never been with a man, he knew she would be tight. What's more, with her hymen intact, he could cause her unnecessary pain if he was too forceful with the application of his hands. So instead he was very gentle. Stroking her softly. While teasing her clit with a tiny bit more force. "I would appreciate it, but that can be saved for a later time." he said with a smile. Envisioning the idea of her going down on him one day. The idea made him moan and his cock harden even more in her small hand. "Soon enough, I shall taste you intimately." He whispered into her ear. "I assure you that will be a moment you'll never forget."

He continued caressing her tummy with his free hand. Her pussy with his other. His long and fat cock was throbbing hard in her hand. Her question made him smile. He pressed his lips to her neck softly. Kissing her gently. "I have every intention of doing so." He promised her. "And if you are so concerned of marriage...then we can discuss it at a later time. For now though, I will bathe you. Then take you to bed. And make love to you all night until my desires are totally satisfied."

His promised was absolute as he teased her. "But I shall wait a bit longer. IF you desire." he whispered in her other ear, kissing her neck and earlobe. "As soon as you are ready, I will take you to bed for your deflowering."
 
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