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The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

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The Trussaley Empire was a land full of harsh environments. The land was initially a place where all sorts of demons and other creatures called home. But, throughout the years, humans were doing their best to eradicate the plague and make the land habitable. Most of the terrain was rocky and unable to support crops or even small towns. The peasants crowded near the palace, as there was the only drinkable water and farmable land throughout the lands.

It was believed, thanks to their holy men, that if the scourge of supernatural creatures were eradicated, the lands would return to their natural state. There were grand tales of the Trussaley empire formerly being the home of lush meadows and plenty of natural water sources. But, no one had seen the land as such in hundreds of years, so the stories were now mostly relegated to the realm of children’s bedtime stories.

Thanks to the desolate landscape, the lands were home to some of the fiercest knights and warriors that the world had ever seen. Their skills were legendary, and it wasn’t strange for other kingdoms to hire out the men as mercenaries in their various wars. After all, without much farming or other job options open, there wasn’t much industry to profit from aside from war. Some men worked as weapon crafters, building impenetrable armor and deadly weapons. More mined the craggy cliffs, in search of the precious metals needed to make their weapons. No other land was so rich in minerals, which many thought was thanks to the volcanoes that used to commonly erupt in the lands.

Due to the terrible state of their world, the peasant believed in the Holy Church and their views. The supernatural creatures of the lands needed to be eradicated in order for the world to turn to right. The clergy’s numbers were vast, as many people decided to dedicate their lives to learning spells to protect them. The church encouraged the population to spread their seed and procreate, in order to provide the soldiers to defend them.

Unfortunately, handling the demon scourge cost the empire more men than they preferred to admit. But, if they didn’t handle it accordingly, their lands would be uninhabitable. The demons that lived in the lands were various sorts, some hulking beasts with teeth as huge as a long boat. They would rape women that they could steal away, leaving nothing but puddles of shredded flesh in their wake. Some fairies were mischievous enough to spirit off children, and strip their bodies of their flesh and ingest their blood, leaving nothing but their organs and bones. Spider women that would catch you in your webs and slowly mummify you, draining you of your blood over months. They provided a slow and agonizing death. But, the demon creature that the newly crowned King considered the most dangerous had to be the vampires.

The male vampires tended to be quite reclusive, preferring to take a few mortal women as their blood slaves and subject them to a life of servitude. The female vampires were the ones that were the real danger. They were like sirens, the most attractive of women, able to lure any man into their bed. And from there, the vampire would breed with the human, in order to create a child, that could serve under them. The human would be considered trash at that point, to be discarded after drained of their blood. It was rumored that some vampires even enjoyed bathing in the blood of their male lovers.

There had been one particular female vampire that had been causing the empire grief for generations. Rumor has it that she was once a Princess of the empire, but had ran away from home to be with a knight that was beneath her. The knight had turned out to be a vampire, and had turned her in order to anger her father. From that point on, the royalty of the empire saw it as their goal in life to ensure that the demonic forces in their lands were eradicated. Many fine knights and warriors had been conscripted in the service, and all had fallen. The grand vampire Carmilla was a frightening creature of legend, but one that needed to be regulated to the history books, as far as the current King was concerned.

Carmilla occupied a large castle, carved out of the side of a volcano. The volcano was still active, and she preferred the heat. The castle had belonged to the vampire that changed her, the man she thought she loved. But, in the frenzy of her bloodlust as a new vampire, she had killed her sire. So, the dark haired beauty lived a fairly solitary life, maintaining a few human servants, mostly knights that had come for her head. They were now under her spell, and completely subservient. She had not bore any children yet, not finding any of the men to be worthy of her womb.

She sat on a throne of bones, decorated with the weapons of the knights that had attempted to kill her and failed. Rarely did she wear clothing, but if she did, it was a red dress made of the finest silk. The red fabric barely covered her breasts, dipping so low that it stopped right below her naval. The slits ran up to her thighs, the fabric hanging between her legs and stopping at her ankles. The back of the dress scooped down, giving a peek of her plump bottom. The fabric was long enough to form a train that dragged behind of her, gorgeously embroidered with golden thread.

Her red eyes seemed listless, hoping for some excitement in her life. Honestly, her daily life was a bore. As of late, the occasional warrior had started to become fewer and farther in between. Her beloved pet snake, which had belonged to her sire, wound around her legs. She didn’t bother wearing any shoes, preferring instead to be barefoot. The beautiful, large black snake seemed right at home in the imposing, decrepit castle. Carmilla sighed, frowning as she smelled something new on the air. It was metal, and sweat. The scent of a man. A smile crossed her full ruby lips, flashing some of her pearly white fangs. Soon, someone would be here to help relieve her of her boredom.
 
"Return to the palace," a voice commanded, the man getting off his horse and grabbing his sword from the saddle, turning to look at the obsidian castle with a certain, confident swagger. His green eyes glinted with the reflected heat, as a light smile appeared on his face.

"M-my lord, you can't mean to say you plan to enter there yourself," a knight protested, an older man with graying blonde hair and a patch covering his left eye, "the vampire is in there, and who knows what else. It would be insane for you to..."

"I appreciate your concern Sir Davith, but I'm the only one among us who has the church's pendant. Any knights coming in with me would be a liability," the Prince said, he turned his head, his finger ran along the chain on his neck which lead to the protected medallion safely tucked under his shirt and breastplate. Unseen, the pendant was a silver circle, marked with a sword cracking open the land, a common motif for the church to symbolize breaking apart the hostile ways of the land.

"I don't see how we would be..." Sir Davith began to argue.

The Prince cleared his throat, "You heard the priest. No magic will work on me, her thralls won't be able to detect me, she'll be as helpless as any women when confronted with a knight. But if you go in, or any knight? Well, she'd suddenly have willing hostages, you've seen first hand what these creatures can do to men," he stated with a smile, his confidence brimming, "besides, think of the story, Logan Velmuri, first of his name, ridding this land of an evil by himself. The bards will write songs for court, I'm sure," Logan chuckled, strapping his sword to his waist.

"Fine..." the older knight said begrudgingly, the other dozen or so knights there traded unsure glances at the decision, but all began to turn their horses, "To the south of here is the town of Brigan, about a days journey on foot, there you can get safe passage back to the palace once the deed is done. We'll have knights there to escort you back," Sir Davith explained, giving his Prince one last look.

"I'll be fine Sir Davith, may the faithful welcome you as they'll welcome me," Logan nodded, giving a short wave to his traveling companions before turning and beginning his walk to the castle. Soon the sound of hooves clattering against the stone littered road dissapated, Logan was alone on his journey, as he preferred it.

Logan Velmuri was the first born son of Fredrick Velmuri, making him heir to the Trussaley Empire's throne. Perhaps there was no person in the Empire more suited to the position as he was. Tall with black hair which fell from his head, and a matching black stubble, he was the only child of him and his siblings to inherent his late mother's eyes and hair, the handsome prince was a warrior, known for his skill with the sword and his fearless, always confident behavior. More importantly, however, he was beloved by the common people and knights who served under him. It was no secret that Logan would drink in common taverns and visit brothels, often paying for his knights to spend an evening as well, many a peasant maiden knew him, for a brief time, intimately, and many men of low birth joined the ranks of his soldiers simply because of tales of his exploits. Even the church paraded him as a living saint, one who slew those creatures, those monsters that tainted the land.

The church, behind closed doors, knew better though. Logan wasn't pious, nor was he particularly kind or good willed. He was an ambitious Prince, one who could display great cruelty, to both the "monsters" he had bested, and those who would seek to undermine him. Members of the clergy who protested his promiscuous behavior had a habit of disappearing, as did nobles who sought more power than he felt comfortable with. He kept his siblings in line as well, both his younger brother and sister knew well never to challenge his claim to the throne.

But the church, and the nobles, were powerless, unable to wriggle away from his iron grip. He had the love of the people, the admiration of the soldiers, and the name and bloodline to solidify his power. He knew this, and he knew that killing the Vampire queen would only further his own ambitions, for if one of the greatest evils of the land fell by his hand alone, who could possibly challenge his capacity to lead and rule the Empire to a better time?

"Why a volcano?" Logan muttered to himself, his armored fingers wiped the beads of sweat from his head as he trudged on. Logan's position as Prince afforded him the ability to be as physically impressive as he was mentally, as underneath the plated grey armor and the thick clothes under that was a body lined with tone muscle. His stature was only made more imposing by his armor, his Empire had learned to be practical, in the harsh land, above all else, leading to plate made of a dead grey color, only with small designs of his Kingdom's seals near his collar, and on both forearms. Beneath that, he wore simple clothing, a heavy white shirt and brown pants, padded enough to maybe stop a blade which found its way through the armor.

He was going to make this his personal castle once the deed was done, any fortification in these destitute lands was valuable, and the ash the gaping earthen maw spewed made the soil of the land actually fertile. But the intense heat was making him reconsider.

He walked, unopposed, into the castle, he wasn't sure if there simply weren't defenses, or if his pendant stopped them from being triggered. In either case, he was sure his task would prove easy. He had used the pendant once before, a male vampire had a den inside the bustling capitol, he was powerless before Logan, only able to claw and use a dagger, which to a knight means little. The Prince had dealt with demons whose size would blot out the sun, strip away the magic of a vampire, and they were nothing more than a peasant by comparison.

Finally he entered the throne room, still a confident sway to his step as he looked up at what he would be killing. He didn't believe the rumors, he thought he'd find a withered, fanged husk, dry and craving blood, a monster, but instead it was a woman of legendary beauty, one he would take in a heartbeat under different circumstances.

He looked up, seeing her atop her throne of bones and armor, "Carmilla, I presume?" he said with a slight, dry chuckle to his voice, "I am Prince Logan Velmuri, first son of the King. I'm about to be known for killing you, come, get off that throne, kneel down and I'll make it quick," his fingers tapped the hilt of his sword, he was ready for her to lunge or attack.
 
The closer the Prince would get to her throne room, the more his scent permeated the air to the beautiful vampire. But, she would allow him to find her easily, not sending a single one of her subordinates to meet him. She had been so bored, it would be a treat to have someone new to entertain her. Her precious snake curled up closer to her, and she stroked the slick head affectionately.

As the armored knight entered the room, she found him to be quite handsome and somewhat familiar looking. His dark hair and scruff was certainly enticing, much larger than she herself was. The vampire queen didn’t step down from her throne, but she did raise an eyebrow as he announced his name. So he was royal as well? They shared the same last name. But the relation was very far apart. It had been centuries since she was a princess of the Velmuri line. Everyone she had known and loved as a human was now dead.

“You presume correctly, human.” She certainly wasn’t going to call him by his name. But, a wicked thought crossed Carmilla’s mind as she observed the man. Typically, she would seduce the men and then proceed to bite them, turning them into her loyal subordinates. But, this was a Prince of the Kingdom. And she was so terribly bored here, in her lonely castle. Perhaps it would be fun to branch out, to return to the humans. To see how things have changed. A small smile tugged at the corner of her painted lips. Of course, he would still have to be drained of a little blood in order to be able to correctly submit to her.

“If you think that you can slay me, then I encourage you to try. By all means, show me your power. Make me tremble...force me to submit to you.” She got to her feet, starting to walk down the steps carved from hardened lava. Her breasts swayed with every move, walking in a manner that seemed most inviting. Typically, women in the kingdom wore corsets to boost their breasts up. So to see a woman with freely hanging breasts was quite the exciting sight.

The dark haired beauty stopped in front of him, more than a sword strike away. She easily shrugged out of the top of her outfit, the fabric hanging at her waist. Her large, pale breasts were adorned with hardened nipples. She began to pinch and toy them, having felt so empty as of late. Her red varnished skin was quite the contrast to her white flesh. This was going to be fun.
 
Logan cocked his head at the actions of the vampire, he wasn't sure what to make of her. He knew, certainly, not to trust her, he was no idiot, he had, like Sir Davith, seen first hand how the female vampires operated. He remembered one den he had found of a lesser female vampire, it was in a small cave outside of the outskirts of the capital. He and Sir Davith entered, only to be attacked by a long missing knight, who himself was known for his resolve and will power. When they found the vampire, she had a baby sucking at her tit, the "son" of the knight they had to slay, and her belly was large with another. Logan knew any creature which could turn an honorable man into a mindless thrall, willing to breed with a monster, was a creature one could never let their guard down around.

"Do you take me for a fool creature," he stated with a smile, he didn't draw his sword, instead keeping it on his hilt, his fingers tapping away, his emerald eyes looked down at what she was showing him. What was she doing? She must have thought he would succumb to her magic, perhaps she couldn't sense the pendant and believed her act and some spell would lead him to worship her. He was defended though, immune to her magic and charm, or at least he thought.

Logan knew, in the back of his mind, the safest thing to do would be to draw his sword and strike her down. She had no armor, no magic to defend her, he could draw his sword and lop off her head. But there was something stopping him, something in his mind preventing him from carrying out the deed. She watched her breasts, hanging like ripe fruit for him to take, and the way she taunted him only made the thoughts worse. If they would write songs about him killing her, what would they write if they heard that Logan Velmuri had broken a vampire queen? Forced her to submit to his will before doing away with her, he would be more than a hero.

Logan's smile turned into a grin, "You think you have control here, huh? But you can't use any of your magic on me," he said, reaching forward, armored fingers grabbed her side, forcefully pulling her until her free breasts pushed against the warm metal of his armor, "I'm sure whatever your trying to do would work on most men, but to me, you're just a woman," his armored fingers replaced her, the steel pinching her nipple, there wasn't an ounce of gentleness in his touch, in his mind, he was putting things right, showing she was prey not predator.

Without warning, he grabbed her hair, pulling to keep her face in view, he didn't want her fangs anywhere near his neck or skin, "Is this what you expected?" he said, pinching her nipple again, "all your plans and power for nothing, huh? How does it feel being powerless to another? I'll make you beg before I finish," he taunted. He would never consider that he was falling into her trap.
 
The magic that Carmilla used was almost older than time itself. She inherited it when she slayed her sire. The vampire that turned her was the brother to the first King of Truassley, the man who slayed the demon who controlled the lands that most people referred to as the Lord of Filth. He was a most fearsome beast, long in the tooth and as dark as the night sky. He had multiple arms and horns, and was bigger than the Castle that Logan himself lived in. It was said that the first King of Trussaley, Relus, buried the bones of the monster in the foundation of the castle.

Unfortunately, the King’s only brother was entranced by a powerful vampire Queen, much like Carmilla herself. She had been alive for centuries, having been the child of a witch and vampire. She possessed magical skills that were unparalleled. Prince Reynes was turned, and forced to remain with her. He eventually managed to escape, to return to the castle. Only to find out that King Relus had declared him to be dead and taken his widow to be Queen. This sent Reynes into a rage, and he returned to the vampire witch, vowing to learn everything he could.

It wasn’t until almost a hundred years later that he returned to the capital in order to enact his revenge. He targeted the only child of the current King, the great granddaughter of King Relus and his whore wife, Wynel. He had used a powerful curse to punish the lineage to dwindle to only one child. It was almost too easy to target Princess Carmilla. She looked just like his former wife, with her pale skin and dark hair.

Reynes proceeded to convince her to run away from the castle to be with him, as the King was refusing to allow her to marry. The King was planning on taking his daughter for his wife, as his own died in childbirth. No matter how many courtesans and prostitutes the King would bed, he couldn’t father another child. It was easy for Carmilla to run away, a young girl who desperately wanted love.

He took her to the very castle that Logan was in now, and brutalized her for almost three months, humiliating her and trying to break her. It only made her desire to survive and take revenge stronger. Eventually, on the brink of death, she had been turned by Reynes. In her rage, during the change, she successfully managed to kill the man who betrayed her love. Due to her hunger, she drained his body of all of his blood, which was the catalyst to transfer all of his knowledge and skills to her.

Carmilla had managed to survive for so many years due to her wits. She had created a powerful spell, in the form of a tattoo on the middle of her back, in an intricate and beautiful design. When taking a man’s seed, it would form a contract immediately. And he would be irrevocably under her spell. From that moment on, he would be unable to slay her, and be forced to recognize her as his mistress. All it took was ensuring that he would seed her womb.

The warm metal that she was pushed against felt nice. It took a lot for her to actually feel warmth, and his armor was providing it. Her beautiful, large breasts pressed into him, nipples being pinched by the chinks in his armor. As he roughly played with her tits, pinching and pulling at them, she moaned like a proper whore. A familiar wetness was growing between her thighs due to his efforts, the smile never leaving her face.

“That’s right…conquer me. Put me in my place. Have me crawling around like a bitch in heat, desperate for your noble seed.” Carmilla’s dirty talk was certainly heightening the experience. To be honest, it felt nice to not dominate a man every time. Especially as in the end, she would be the one forcing them to submit.

As her silky hair was roughly grabbed, she looked into his face, smirking in such a way that a fang was visible. Even if she was drop dead gorgeous, she was still a dangerous creature.

“You’re so right, human...this is what I need. I deserve to be beneath you, licking your boots, craving for your touch. Compared to your might and skill, I am nothing. I can sense the powerful protection aura….” Carmilla moaned, eyes hazy with lust. “....I’m simply no match.”
 
Logan felt in control, even if the vampire seemed to take him being there as good fun. He knew that a vampire was, on average, stronger than a human, especially if they were well fed, but Logan was strong, years of battle and fighting left him in good physical condition, and without magic to help her, she wouldn't be able to oppose him physically. It was her fangs, those things that marked her openly as a wretched creature, he was weary of. No matter the magic he had to protect him, a swift bite to his neck, or any major blood vessel, might leave him weakened. Still, her hair made the perfect leash to keep her away, the only shame was she wouldn't be able to use her mouth to his liking.

Another dry chuckle left his throat, "You think this is a game? Like you'll slither your way out of this?" he asked, wondering what her thoughts were, "Or perhaps this is what you want. You are a disgusting creature, being put in your place must feel good. A good bitch would be worth more than you are," he said, two metal clad fingers left her breast, only to be moved between her lips, entering her mouth, the steel protected them from her fangs, he pulled on her hair, forcing her head back, his head tilted as he seemed to inspect her.

"Bite down and break your teeth if you so desire," he taunted, the tip of his finger pressed against the fang, "so these are how you feed? Strange to think such things are part of what separates a human from a beasts," his finger slide passed her fang, pressing against her tongue, forcing her mouth farther open, "and what separates something perfectly good for my cock from something useless to me," he said, letting her saliva coat her plush, ruby lips.

"Still, even if you can't do anything down there..." he started, removing his fingers, letting a strand of saliva trail with them for a moment, with firm push, he forced her to her knees, keeping a firm hold on her hair, "....you might as well kneel before your prince, honestly, you don't deserve to walk on two feet to begin with, down...farther," he commanded, pulling her down more, his free hand pushed on her neck until her face was pressed against the ground. As he stood up straight, a metal booted foot pressed against the side of her head, keeping her down, covered ass in the air.

"Better," he said, both of his hands free, he took a moment to undo some straps of his armor. His gauntlets were connected to his armored sleeves, which meant, to remove them, he needed to remove everything up to his shoulder. He hadn't planned on removing them at all, but the idea of feeling just what the skin of the vampire was like was a temptation he could not pass up. Still, now more than ever he knew he had to be careful. His arms and hands would be expossed, and, perhaps more importantly, his wrists, which could give her access to a fresh flow of his blood, if he let her close to them. The metal fell off, clattering against the stone floor, he rolled up the white sleeves beneath to his elbows, helping him cool off in the heat. He wore a ring on his right ring finger, golden with his family's ensignia on it.

The metal bottom of his boot moved a bit, keeping pressure down and treating her like a door mat, but, more importantly, making sure she couldn't escape as it rolled her head to the side, pressing against her cheek. Logan had never forced himself on a woman. He was the prince, a good looking and well liked one at that. However, his natural strength, coupled with his domineering attitude, and large capacity for lust, meant more than a few women felt the repercussions of lying with him. More than one had bruises which would take weeks to heal entirely, or cry out in the middle of the act from a jolt of pain mixing with their pleasure. The brothels he would take his men would only line up the women they knew could both satisfy, and endure, his natural power.

"Alright," he said, rubbing his arms, the feeling of the air hitting them was more refreshing than he could have expected, "such finery you wear," he started, reaching down, his hands gripped the already plunging back of her outfit, the sounds of fabric tearing echoed through the throne room as he ripped the dress farther down, freeing what was left of her form from it. As his boot left her face, his hand, no free, returned to her hair.

"Crawl," he commanded, pulling her forward, his hand gave her a quick lash, the slap reverberating through the room as his hand met her plump bottom, he lead her forward, a bit, simply enjoying the power he had over the evil.

Finally, he lead her, on all fours, to a pile of bones, a part of her throne which let her prop up the upper part of her body some as she held on, he knelt slightly next to her, forcing a arch to her back with his hold on his hair as his free hand felt her.

It traveled over her bottom, up her side, before he gripped and grabbed her breast, tugging and twisting at her nipple. It sent a shiver up his spine, the church taught that vampires were all look with no substance, the promise of desires fufilled, but just a facade. One rumor taught to knights was that a vampires skin felt of sand and rust, but it was a lie, her skin was like a fine silk, breasts soft like fine pillows. This, in his mind, only made her more dangerous.

"Answer me, creature, why is it your kind desire breeding as much as blood? Why do you want my seed so badly?" he questioned, he pulled on her breast and hair at the same time.
 
As Carmilla’s head was tilted back, she found it thrilling to be inspected like a brood mare. His fingers that entered her mouth were met with resistance. He needed to truly believe that he had complete control of the situation. She had to admit to herself, that this was fun. Pretending that she could be dominated and taken so easily. It would make the inevitable turn of events that much more fun. She idly wondered what Logan’s face of shock would look like when he was on his knees.

She kept her eyes locked onto his, sighing in audible relief when he removed his fingers. The taste of metal had been nice. But his blood would be much better. The vampire licked her lips, doing her best to gather up her saliva. As she was forced to her knees, they collided with the flooring, looking up to him rebelliously. Oh, soon enough, he would pay. But, for now, this game was fun. Pretending that she was a harmless and defeated vampire, able to be dominated.

Soon enough, she was forced against the floor, bottom in the air and face flush with the ground. The heavy, armored foot he stepped on her with would leave a mark. That was fine to Carmilla. She would pay him back ten fold for daring to mar her flesh. Everything that he was doing to her would eventually come home to roost.

Her eyes flicked across the floor as his gauntlets fell down. ‘Perfect….get comfortable.’ Carmilla thought to herself, a smile on her face even as she was forced down like this. Humiliated. She licked her lips, looking up to the exposed flesh. Without the armor on, she could hear the blood rushing through his veins. And it was obvious that his heart rate was elevated, due to the excitement.

As the Prince commented on her clothing, her eyes narrowed. ‘If he…’ Her thought was cut short was he ripped it from her body, leaving only shreds in its place. “You will pay for that, human.’ She snarled, revealing that to match her lack of corset, she also wore no panties. Her pale, dewy skin was completely revealed to him. Her body was one that many would kill for, certain to be the envy of all once he paraded her around as his personal slut.

“As my Prince commands.” Carmilla replied to the order, moving to crawl just as instructed. In time, he would be doing the exact same thing. Her bountiful breasts swung with every movement, ass jiggling from the sharp strike that it received. She muffled her cry of ecstasy, by biting her bottom lip, one fang visible.

As guided her to the throne in the room, she was certain to move her body in a way that was pleasing, as she crawled. Like she was beneath him. Her eyes flicked about the room, looking for her beloved pet snake. She had a mental connection to the creature, having ordered him to leave. It seemed that he complied, which made her feel relieved. Carmilla knew humans tended to irrationally around snakes. And one this size would be certain to elicit a reaction if it came slithering around in the middle of dominating the vampire Queen.

Carmilla moaned as his hand tweaked her nipple. “If your grace would bless me with your mouth on my breast, I would feel most indebted.” She always had enjoyed the feeling of a warm mouth on her body, ever since being forced to become a creature such as this. As her head was tilted back and the queon asked of her, a smile formed on her garnet lips.

“To create progeny and continue your blood line is the desire of every human. Why would you believe that it would change, even after becoming immortal?” Carmilla found herself getting wet from his touch. “To feel human again, to have your belly swollen with seed...that is the desire of every vampiress.”
 
"Why would I ever desire a vampire in my debt?" Logan questioned, keeping her still, his hand left her breast, cupping his hand, he used it to cover her mouth. With a tight lock, his hand squeezed, keeping her lips puckered against his palm, he pushed it against her face, forcing her back into a deeper arch, and her eyes towards the ceiling. His physical strength was on full display as he let his hand leave her hair, he didn't have to worry about her baring her fangs while he covered her mouth.

His finger tips drew a line on her back, down towards her bottom, until reaching the supple entrance which sat below, "You are like a bitch in heat," he muttered, surprised at how eager her body seemed. Another shiver ran up his spine, he could feel a heat pressing up against his own thigh, his own member begging to answer the vampiress's call. She was like an animal, bent over and begging for his seed, and his body wanted to give it too her. He shook off the feeling, he wasn't done inspecting her, assuring himself that she had no tricks, that she really was as she seemed.

There was no greater nemesis to the church than the female vampire. Male vampire were somewhat reclusive, they took their slaves and hid, feeding and living their lives. But the female vampire was different, they took strong men, the knights of the kingdom, and twisted them, using them to breed. Those children were abominations, a twisted image of a human and a sin like no other. To prevent this, the church spread many rumors, the first was untrue, this vampire queen felt as good as she looked, but Logan had to make sure they were all untrue.

With two fingers, the prince unceremoniously plunged into the begging, quivering lower lips of the vampire. The church would say that the vampiress had fangs there as well, to breed and feed at the same time, that there was no relief, that the liquids they produced burned and itched like acid.

The church was wrong, the vampire queen was softer than Logan could imagine, no women of his kind could compare. The nerves on his fingers rejoiced at the hot, soft sensation. Soon two more fingers joined in, knuckle deep, as he held her there, feeling, delving, churning, there were no fangs, no burning sensations, only lust.

Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled his hand from her, grabbing her hair again, he marched up her thrown, forcing her to follow in a crawl, before he sat upon it. He pulled her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle it, face him. His hand was pulling her hair behind her, forcing her head up, making it hard for her to gaze upon him let alone bite him.

Her breasts were right in front of him, his lips met the soft skin in a heated embrace. Even his kisses weren't gentle, as he sucked and pulled at the flesh with selfish desires, his teeth occasionally nipped as he focused on the pink, plump nipples of the vampire. His free hand gripped her bottom, keeping her still on him.

He realized, in the moment, this is what she wanted. This is what she asked for. He justified it though, it wasn't because she asked, it was because he demanded it.

Her nipple popped from his mouth after a particularly rough slurp, "Pity, I think I will take this castle and throne for myself. Imagine what it would be like to have you chained to it, my personal cock whore to show just how weak and pathetic you are. Perhaps I will fill you with my seed, then kill you before any abomination can come of it," he chuckled, still believing he was fully incontrol.
 
With his hand cupped, she wanted so bad to nip him before he could re-position it to not happen. As much as she wanted to, it wouldn’t do to spoil her plan now. But like this, his scent was simply so much thicker. So much closer. His pulse was particularly strong in his wrist, and even at the tips of his fingers. This truly was a test of Carmilla’s endurance.

Her eyes focused on the stalactites hanging from the ceiling, the twisted forms having taken shape over centuries from the rising and cooling temperatures inside the volcano and the surrounding cliff. It they could take their time, so could she. It was difficult to speak with how her mouth was currently positioned, so she stayed quiet and allowed her body to speak for itself.

As his two fingers plunged inside of her slick quim, she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. It had been so very long since she had enjoyed herself like this. And even longer since someone had been bold enough to treat her so. It had been the very vampire that turned her, who had been so bold to attempt to humiliate and degrade her before making her one of his own kind. Her insides molded to his fingers, sweet juices coating his fingers.

Logan’s fingers continued to stretch her out, while she wondered what his cock would feel like. Once he hit four, knuckle deep inside of her, she wished it was his cock. The vampiress was yearning for his seed. If she would have been a weaker vampire, Carmilla wouldn’t have been able to pull off such a grand plan. Her lust would have simply been too strong. Her erotic moans were audible, even with her face contorted.

As he released her mouth and instead seized her hair again, she cried out in agony, wanting for Logan to feel like he was completely in charge. She crawled up to the very throne that she sat on, pendulous breasts swinging. Her nipples were still hard, craving his touch. Carmilla only grunted with effort as she was forced into the position Logan desired, looking to his face for a brief moment before her head was jerked back by the Prince snatching another handful of her hair.

Carmilla didn’t struggle or fight his affections, instead she focused her skills on twisting her bald mound over his clothed cock. She wanted to feel him hard, needing her for his release. As he lavished attentions onto her breasts, her soft moans echoed off of the walls. “Prince Logan...you are indeed a worthy man to defeat me….”

She fell quiet as he suckled her hard enough to leave a mark on her beautiful flesh. His saliva shone on her pale skin. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she considered what he said to not be too terrible of a fate. But unfortunately for Logan, it would be himself who was chained to the throne, used as a tool for pleasure.

“My liege...there would be no happier place for me than with your cock firmly inside of me. I want you to fill my unworthy womb with your noble seed. Make me your personal cock whore and show me off to all in your lands, that you were the one who was able to defeat a vampiress, forcing her to submit to you…” Carmilla was cooing as one of her hands went to turn his face to look up to her, ignoring the pain of her hair being tugged so roughly in the process.
 
Her words certainly had a caress to them as Logan listened on. He couldn't deny, he liked the idea, having her chained, following him around for all to see. Prince Logan Velmuri had conquered one of the greatest evils of the land and made it his own. The fact that he would have her, the soft body, lust made flesh, to do with as he pleased would only be a bonus, although, perhaps the sweetest bonus to any plan he had.

Still, Logan resisted those urges, he couldn't listen to everything she said. He had her right now, the creature's fangs away from his neck and flesh, body placed to do with as he pleased, but if he were to let her live, he would never hear the end of it from the church. Beyond that, she would only need to wait for an opportunity to kill him. He considered reaching for his sword then, doing the deed now before he let himself continue, but he felt the way her bottom pressed against his eager cock, and his gaze looked up to see her begging for what he had. He would give her his seed, just this once, then dispose of the creature as he planned.

Logan's hand reached down, undoing the belt which the pants he had on. He shuffled for a moment, letting the armored parts of his pants cling to the floor as pushed them off. He was impressed with himself, considering one of his hands maintained his grip on the vampire's hair, her leash to keep her from biting, he was happy to have gotten his pants off so easily. With his belt, his sheathed sword as well fell to the ground, only caught on his pants which still sat half way down his legs.

His cock was already hard, standing up straight and stiff. It was suiting for Logan's size and strength, many women were surprised to find that his manhood didn't only match the man it belonged to, but perhaps even and castle in general was maddening him, and the air hitting parts of his went beyond that. In any case, Logan felt relieved, the heat of the room bare legs and his cock served to ease a bit of that stress.

Logan's hand moved from her hair to her neck, keeping her chin above his hand with a tight, chocking grasp, this let him move her body, along with one hand gripping the flesh of her bottom. He adjusted her, lining up the entrance he thoroughly tested before with his tip, her body was like a toy, an object he could move and adjust, as he found just the right angle to take her as his own.

With one push, her body came down, the mounds of flesh which made her ass slapped into Logan's lap with a triumphant sound, as Logan let out a pleasure filled sigh. He could never expect how it would feel, his cock filled her up, every inch being squeezed and hugged by a wet warmth, softer than he could imagine. His mind was hazy for a moment, overcome by pleasure and lust, as his hips moved underneath her, his grip on his chest continued, as he began to grind his cock deeper, exploring every wall and fold her body had to offer.

Logan's emerald eyes looked up at her, he grinned, tauntingly, he was in control, sitting on her throne, using her to jerk off his cock, "I can see it now," he said with a sigh, "sitting like this on my throne, my subjects cheering my name as you submit to my will, trembling at my touch, letting my empire see just how weak you are...and how powerful I am," he taunted, his lips returned to her breasts, sucking, kissing, biting, although his eyes didn't leave her.

Eventually, he leaned back, using the hand on her neck, he brought her face closer to his, nearly an inch apart, forcing her to bend a bit as his hips bucked, bouncing her up and down on his lap, filling the throne room with the echoing sounds of their body clapping together. He smiled, knowing she craved what was just out of reach.

"It's a shame you would create an abomination with what I'd give you," he taunted, "I'll have to cut you down after I fill you, or perhaps I'll simply deny you what you crave, you'll have no blood and no seed, I'll leave you begging for both as I drag you back to my kingdom," he taunted. Even know, with his cock buried inside of her, he thought he was fully in control. While her magic couldn't affect him, he was blind to see how far he had fallen, and the trap he had wondered into.
 
Carmilla hissed in pleasure as he pierced her core, eyes fluttering in delight. It had been so long since she had been taken by someone who exuded so much raw power. And to think, in time, he would be the one crawling behind of her. Such thoughts filled her with more delight, a fresh rush of juices helping to lubricate his cock.

She moaned like a wanton slut as he pleased her tits, a fanged smile watching him. “You’re right, my Lord. To think...if you were to take me like this, in front of your people. Oh, the songs they will sing of this! You will be forever known as the frightening Prince that defeated a worthless vampire whore….pull all of my teeth out, force me to pleasure your cock as you wish…” Carmilla sighed in delight as his powerful cock pummeled her insides.

“How do I feel? Is it like acid and rust? Like the Holy Men claim?” Carmilla was well aware of the rumors. “Perhaps the men are jealous of what they can not experience themselves...being cowards that hide behind their God instead of going out to perform noble deeds like you and your Knights.” She willingly moved closer to his face as Logan moved her.

‘If he doesn’t cum in me, then the contract isn’t sealed...I suppose I’ll just have to force him to.’ Carmilla thought with some determination, slightly concerned that he would indeed be able to hold back. But even if she received his cum in her mouth, it would be enough. As long as it entered through some orifice on her body, then the covenant would be sealed.

“If you are to cut me down, instead of continuing my fun….” The female vampire moaned in delight as the sound of their lewd mating filled the air. “...at least end me with a belly full of your seed. Grant me my final wish, before sending me to the hell that I deserve to go to “ Carmilla begged as she ensured that her lower mouth was warm and as tight as possible, to entice him to blow inside of her.
 
Logan listened to the vampiress, his ears twitching with delight. She certainly had a way of playing on his arrogance, his own idea of himself, and while some part of him, buried away, was intelligent enough to know it was a ruse, he couldn't help but picture what it would be like. The crowds of people watching him fuck the evil of the land, twist it to his will. He was brave enough to take what he wanted, not afraid to tangle with the vampire, and ignore the ignorant myths and lies the church had spread. Logan's hands gripped tight, holding her in his lap, forcing her to grind against him, their bodies generating heat to rival that of the volcano where there skin met.

In one instant, something changed. Logan's grip on her neck tightened, he summoned the physical strength he had to force her to dismount. He stood up, this was his moment of truth, his chance to cast off her words, to listen to the small voice of reason in his head to grab his sword and rid the world of her. He grabbed the back of her head, her hair gnarled around his fingers, as he strong armed her down, bending her over her own throne. It would take one simple motion to do the deed, to turn her own throne into a makeshift guillotine.

But Logan didn't reach for the sword, instead his cock was stuffed back into her, the room alive with the sounds of his gutteral grunting, his animal like motions slapping against her back side. He rested one booted foot on the throne, helping him get a deeper angle, move his hips faster. The voice of reason in his head, small as it was, was dead, replaced by the animal like desire to breed, to fill her. it was fitting, in the final moment, he chose this position, to bend her over and fuck her like an animal, to loose all sense of the humanity he had and give into the base instincts she wanted to feed. She said it herself, she was a bitch in heat, and Logan allowed himself to become the mindless, lustful dog.

Any light the church hoped their god shone upon Logan was gone, his free hand undid the straps of his chest piece, allowing it to fall off, tumbling down the throne. His shirt followed, no longer to stand the heat, with some maneuvering over which hand held her, it too was throne, leaving his tone, taut body, dripping with sweat over the years of layered muscle, to move more freely. The only thing left on his upper portion was the pendant, sitting chained around his neck, swaying with the movements of his hips.

"Fine you vampire whore..." he growled, lashing her backside with her hand, his fingers gripped and grabbed the bouncing flesh with greed, "I'll grant you your final wish and let you know how it feels to be filled by a true king..." he said through gritted teeth. His cock was throbbing, plunging into her soaked entrance with each feral thrust.

Finally, the moment was at hand. Logan's hand reached around, returned to her neck. He pulled her towards him, pressing her back against his bare chest, holding her close, he shoved himself as deep inside as he could go. His free hand grabbed her breasts, squeezing, as his lips were pressed against her face, her cheek, so close to her own that her tongue could reach him if she desired it. His body shuddered as he released his seed, a river of royal cum milked from his cock, enough to fill her completely. It was released from his buried cock, not unlike the eruption of a volcano, giving her everything she desired and more. Logan couldn't move, even as he continued to release passed his climax, he stood locked with her like that, breathing in relieved, plesure filled heavy sighs.
 
Carmilla moved willingly as he lead her to bend over her own throne. She closed her eyes, choosing to get lost in the moment. To truly enjoy it. Time would come soon enough for the tables to turn. But for now, it would be nice to have a man in control of her pleasure. To fuck her senseless and fill her to the brim with his cum.

With her hands now freed in this manner, she reached around to grip either side of her plump bottom. She spread herself for the Prince, displaying her tight puckered hole, and the dripping slit that he had been plunging into. Both were equally delectable, and promised untold stories of pleasure.

“Please, my Prince. Take whichever hole suits you best~” Carmilla offered herself up in a sultry tone, her nipples rubbing against the warm throne. There was some juices on the seat, that had came from herself, so she busied herself cleaning the throne. Her long, delicate tongue snaked from her mouth and lapped up the seat of power. A moan of pleasure left her fanged mouth as he started to plunge into her yet again with reckless abandon.

As he repositioned himself to get deeper inside of her, Carmilla’s eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. ‘This….this is almost...worth completely submitting to….a disgusting human…’ She found it hard to think clearly through the pleasure, her entire body encouraging him, wanting him more and more. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing the pendant that bounced on his chest.

Of course, she had sensed the magical abilities upon him entering her throne room. But, once he came inside of her, not even the magic of the church could protect him. “Oooooohhhh...that’s why...you were able to defeat me so...so….so easily!” Carmilla chose to ham it up, letting out a cry of frustration and pleasure. “Damn….damn you….”

As he lifted her up to press into his bare chest, she was happy that her voluminous hair got in the way of connecting with the pendant. It would have been quite the task to explain why her flesh didn’t sear upon contact. If she had been a younger vampire, perhaps the item could have worked. But due to her age, it meant nothing. The faster he thrusted, the closer she got to her own peak. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, and Carmilla came just as he unleashed his torrent of seed inside of her.

Due to the position and speed, she squirted, her juices coating the throne beneath them. As his own seed coated her womb, the covenant was sealed. He could not bring any harm to her now. After all, the chances that he had successfully seeded her womb was quite high now. His bruising touch was on her breasts, pinching and kneading them to increase the pleasure. As his thrusts subsided, and the Prince would attempt to catch his breath, the throne room filled with her high pitch laughing.

“Down, slave.” Was her simple, two word order. Her command would send the Prince reeling away from her, to the bottom of the stairs. She turned to look to him, a triumphant look on her noble face. There was a smirk on her face as she stood higher than him, his noble seed leaking down her thigh.

“In your proper place, finally….” She walked down the stairs, until she only stood two steps higher than him. “You foolish mortal. Your pride brought you to your knees today. You see...it really was your seed that I craved.” Carmilla rested a hand on her lower abdomen, that was slightly swollen due to the cum inside of her.

“The moment you came, you sealed your fate. You allowed your lust to cloud your pious judgement.” The dark haired beauty giggled. “Now...time for you to learn your place. Crawl to my throne. And clean up the mess I made, so I can take a seat.”
 
Logan's body acted on it's own. Her words forced his muscles to tense, and before he knew what to do, he was at the bottom of her throne on all fours, like the animal he had let himself become. His cock, still with a bead of cum clinging to the top, and wet with the juices of the vampire he let seduce him, hung low, as he looked up at the queen, a look of confusion and anger in his eyes.

"Wh-what?!" he questioned, his fingers curling with anger as he tried to resist her words, "b-but the pendant, how could this be?! N-no! I'll kill you creature! I'll kill you!" he grunted between gritted teeth. He needed to reach for his sword, his pants were still around his legs, if he could just reach down he could attack her. 'Why aren't I trying to kill her?! I have to move! Move!' He screamed in his head, although, with no avail.

As she commanded him, he moved. His body crawled on all fours, his swords dragging behind him, hitting each step of her throne as he ascended it again. As he went passed her, he looked with heated anger, he could see the cum dripping onto her thigh. His heart pounded at the realization of what he did, if he didn't end her life she might carry his child, she might use his royal seed to bring some other disgusting creature into the world. He had to kill her, he couldn't let that happen, he couldn't become like the knights he'd seen, bent to her will, giving her children.

His hand reached forward, 'Yes! Yes! Stand up! Kill her!' he screamed in his head, but instead of grabbing her, or his sword, he instead grabbed his tossed aside shirt, and began to mop up the small puddle on her throne, cleaning it to perfection, using his own royal garb as nothing more than a towel or a rag to make sure her seating was to her liking. When he was finished, he remained on his knees, leaning against the throne, one arm on it like an obedient dog, his shirt balled up in his hand, knuckles turning white with anger.

"Release me!" he demanded, "Release me creature or I'll make your death slow and painful! The church blessed me with this pendant, no spell you cast should be able to affect me, I'll...break free....and do away with you, I'll never let you bare a child of my blood, I'll never let you carry some abomination until it's born!" he declared, somewhere in his head he thought he was still in control, like it would work out in his favor. How could she be in control? He had just fucked her to his liking, the pendant still sat around his neck, he must still be in control, this could be nothing more than a trick.

Logan thought back, thought to what the church had taught. He never got along with the clergy, or the priests, but they seemed to know what they were talking about. They said that vampires could cast realistic illusions, creat a word that seemed real but wasn't. Was that what this was? An illusion? What did it matter, the church was wrong about so many things. She didn't feel like sand, her pussy wasn't full of acid or contain fangs, she was flawless, everything Logan desired in a woman and more, and he fell right into her trap. Perhaps the church never warned of such things because they didn't want to admit how seductive, how powerful their enemy was.

"Just let me go..." Logan grunted, still doing his best to resist, even if his body didn't move, even if he had just cleaned off her throne like a loyal servant.
 
“That amulet the church gave you? Nothing more than costume jewlery.” Carmilla informed him as she walked up the steps, back to her place of power. She had watched him clean her throne, a smile on her beautiful face. A hand reached out to the pendant, closing around it and yanking it from his neck. She broke the leather strap it was attached to, sending it flying across the polished floor.

“See? No burns.” The dark haired vampiress waved her perfect skin in front of his face. The look of disbelief on his face was completely worth it. “Perhaps it would have worked if you entered the domain of a younger vampire. But, I’m afraid that your tacky trinket has been bested.” She dropped the shreds of her clothing to the ground, now completely nude before the Prince.

“So, you had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” Carmilla strode past him confidently, taking a seat on her throne. Her nipples were hard, pale flesh marred only where he had roughly laid his hands on her. “See every mark you left on me? They’ll heal, in time, and with some fresh blood. But first, you’re going to be punished for every transgression.” With one hand, she reached for his chin, tilting his face so he met her intense gaze.

“Now, pet. Clean your mistress.” She ordered of the Prince, spreading her legs over the arms of her throne. That left her hairless cunt perfectly exposed to him, glistening with their combined juices. “You’ll find yourself unable to fight back….that would be the magic spell for protection I have. Your seed will certainly take hold, and I will give you an heir to be proud of. All in due time.” She beckoned him with one finger, her other hand busy groping her exposed tit.
 
"Worthless fucking priests and their worthless fucking blessings," Logan grunted as he heard her words and saw the pendant come off his neck with such ease. What was their use? To criticize him? To annoy him? They sealed his fate when they gave him that worthless trinket, perhaps this is what they wanted, to get rid of the prince, to use his more agreeable brother as a pawn for the throne. Logan would get back to his palace and make sure that never happened.

'Stop idiot, stop doing what she's telling you to!' He yelled at himself in his mind. His hands shook as he used all of his willpower to clench his body. He stopped himself, for one second, then another, then a next. Perhaps for nearly five seconds he resisted her command, but then he broke, his body again moving on its own. He wrapped the soft shirt around his hand as he rose himself between her thighs. His face was close to her exposed pussy, his breath carressing it as he wiped down her thigh, removing every trace of his seed dripping from it.

"I will kill you," he growled, his own body betraying the actions of his body. He was a servant, nearly washing her, he himself was nearly naked, his body bare, his pants down. His sword was so close, but instead of using it, he used his hands, one rubbed along her thigh, bare, before reaching what he had just fucked. He used his bare fingers to rub and remove the sticky juices, only using the shirt to gently remove the larger, glistening reservoirs. He was sickened by it, having to look at what he just did, like a scolded child being taught some cosmic lesson, although he wasn't learning anything, instead just feeling a heated anger build.

It became clear that he couldn't get everything with his fingers and shirt alone. He felt his body lurch forward, his eyes trailed up, he could see her grabbing herself, gropping, her legs spread over the arms of her throne. In any other situation, the position might not have been so bad all things considered, but she was a monster, and perhaps worse, she was someone who tricked him.

'No, stop! Stop!' He screamed in his head, but it was too late, his tongue left his mouth, his hot, angry breath now coating and massaging her entrance as the tip of his tongue cleaned what his fingers couldn't. Moving around her folds, any substance left was lapped up, gone into himself. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look, he wanted to bite, to tear in, cause her pain, but his body wouldn't let him. Perhaps the worst part was she tasted good. The thing he had just fucked wouldn't have a spot on it by the time he was done.

"Stommm..." he tried to say, to plead, although his voice was muffled by his bodies action, instead simply adding some vibration to his cleaning. His fingers still worked with his tongue and mouth, wiping everything away, as he made sure she was spotless.
 
Carmilla watched as his mind did its best to resist every movement of his body. His muscles rippled under the stress, a smile tugging the side of her lips. It really would be a treat to drink his noble blood. Of course, she didn’t want to drain him and turn him into a mindless ghoul. The act of biting and drinking his blood would be a sort of unholy matrimony between the two. A way to connect them, as if they were master and servant. There would never be a way for him to turn against her.

She chuckled as he used his own clothing to clean her soiled body up. When his fingers were setting themselves to the task of cleaning the larger deposits, Carmilla knew she needed to humiliate him further. Especially for threatening her. “Your majesty….that certainly wasn’t what I meant for you to do. You need to use your mouth. After all, spilled and wasted seed is such a shame.” She had taken that moment to stop him from continuing to wipe her skin, taking his chin in her pale hand and tilting his face up to look to her. She then released him, figuring that he had to understand now.

“Take a good look, Prince. This will be the body that gives you an heir.” Carmilla laughed cruelly as she pinched her nipples with her long crimson nails. “You will spend the rest of your life, longing to satisfy me. I will give you precisely what you need...an endless supply of children to cement your status in your Kingdom.” She moaned as he began to use his mouth, lifting her hips up some to press harder against his face.

“What a good boy…” The vampiress praised him as he continued his work, licking up an evidence that he had blown inside of her. “Now...you’re going to stay right there. In between my legs. But I want you to take one hand, and start to penetrate me. With your other...well, I want you to pump your noble cock until you are close to wringing out your royal milk. And then you will stop. Come down from the pleasure, and start all over again. I want a huge load in your balls when I next allow you inside of me.” Carmilla watched his head bob at the task at hand, tossing her head back and moaning as he added the vibration.
 
Logan could taste everything. His tongue was lapping it up, his fluids, her fluids, everything. Each grunt of resistance, he knew, only served to increase the pleasure he was giving her, vibrating from his throat and through his mouth right into her. He wanted to stop, he could feel his slipper appendage delving into her, his tongue wriggling inside, cleaning every spot when his ears perked and his head nodded. He could hear her commands, and he couldn't do anything to stop himself.

He dropped his shirt, his left hand moving up. At the least, his tongue left her insides, replaced by his middle finger. It slipped in with ease as his lips wrapped around her clit, the tip of his tongue moving in little semi circles around it as he sucked. His free hand also did as she commanded, lowering itself, his cock was still soaked with her juices, yet now hung low between his legs. He began to stroke it, moving his strong grip up to the tip then back down to the shaft, fingers grazing his balls before moving back up. He started slow, allowing his cock to perk back up, ready again, before his hand began to go faster and faster.

"St-op..." he grunted into her pussy, his finger matched the speed of her hand, delving into her to his knuckle than back out. He was grunting, panting, struggling to breath as his mouth refused to leave the sweet tasting flesh he had blew his seed in. After a few moments, he was stroking at a brisk pace, the juices left on his cock helping glide his hand up and down, it felt good, incredibly good, almost like shoving into her again, but he hated every moment of it. He hated that it felt good, and he hated that she tasted good, she was a monster, and those few good qualities, and the idiocy of the clergy, were what got him into this situation.

Finally he was furiously jerking his cock, groaning as he felt it begin throbbing. He could feel the cum in his balls pressing towards his cock, he shoved another finger into the queen, the throne room alive with the sound of slurping and his lips smacking as he continued to please her with his mouth. His entire body reared, ready to spray onto the throne, and then his hand stopped dead, holding his throbbing cock. His other hand continued, curled fingers exploring the still coated insides of the vampire, her silken walls squeezing and falling around them. But his hand stopped, his balls beginning to hurt.

"I'll...kill...you..." he said with muffled voice. It took a few moments for his cock to begin to go limp again, for the ache to cease, before it started again. The slow stroking to brisk jacking, until again he was pumping hard, his hand smacking against himself loudly in the room. Another finger entered her, then another, stretching and pulling, delving, as his tongue flickered up and down. Again his body reared, muscles tensing as he groaned. 'Right there....right there....please....' he thought, he could feel the pleasure over the edge, his eyes nearly rolling back. Then again he stopped.

"Nnnnrrrrr" he growled into her, a hint of hopelessness in his voice as an even stronger ache took over. His balls were filling each time with no relief, he could nearly feel his seed filling him to the brim, ready to burst, but in the hot air, his cock began to limpen again. By now, the juices that once wet it were rubbed off, as he began to stroke again, and then pump again, he was nearly masturbating himself raw, raw to no relief, yet his body didn't seem to clear. All his body cared about was her pleasure, hearing her pure and moan, or getting a glimps of her pulling and playing with her breasts.

"I...let me finish...." he moaned pleadingly, his body reared, ready, and was again shut down, the ever increasing pain only intensifying. No matter how much it hurt, he contined to please her, even if he gagged on what he licked up, even if every ounce of his body pleaded for him to stop or finish, he continued, hating every moment, all for his new master, the new barer of his children.
 
“Keep moaning and groaning into my pussy...it feels good….” Carmilla advised him, propping her face up on her hand, elbow resting on her throne as she enjoyed the show. Oh, how much fun she was going to have with the man between her legs. By the end of their session, he would be completely and utterly spent.

She couldn’t help but smile as he began to pleasure her with his fingers. “Good slave. You won’t get the chance to put that cock back inside of me until you learn your place. I’ll have you beat your cock until it’s black and blue, but I’ll never let you cum. And if you do blow…” She paused to grind her hips, taking his fingers deeper inside of her. “...well, I have plenty of fun punishments if you disobey my order to not cum.”

The dark haired vampiress laughed as she heard the word “stop” clearly from the noble man between her thighs. “You really think I should stop? All because you ask nicely? It’s time for you to learn your place. And that is beneath me. My pussy is your God now. My womb is your dreams. There should be nothing else you want in life other than to breed me and continue your royal bloodline.” She laughed again. “Ask me to have you stop one more time, and I’ll piss in your mouth. And you won’t be able to move away, no matter how much you want to.”

Carmilla moaned as she could hear him having to stop beating his cock, and filling her up with another finger. She moved to lean back in her throne again, continuing to play with her breasts. “Kill me? Is that what you think you’ll be able to do? You’ll never be able to do that, pet. Especially once I feed from you...you will only exist for my pleasure. To think, a Prince reduced to nothing more than a pussy slave!” Her mocking laughter echoed off the walls as she heard him begin to beat his cock again.

“Is that what you want? To cum? How simple minded!” Carmilla seemed thoroughly amused. “Stop touching yourself, now. I want you to beg of me to allow you to cum. But you better not stop serving me. I’m very close….don’t you want your Mistress to cum in your unworthy mouth?”
 
All Logan did want to do was cum, perhaps he was a single minded creature. His desire to cum was what got him here in the first place, even if he did deny it. He shut his mouth when he heard her threat, what was in his mouth was bad enough, he didn't need her piss as well. Although, he did mutter a few stray, pleading "No's" and groan as before, trying to keep his eye's shut, even if his body didn't allow him.

His ears perked at her commands, again, just as he was about to cum, his hand stopped, leaving his aching, begging cock, "Please let me cum, I'll do anything." Logan's eyes shot open, 'What the fuck did I just say?!' He yelled in his mind, did he say that? Was it her command? Was he saying it because she wanted to hear it, or was he saying it because he needed to cum that badly?

The one four fingers in finally removed itself. He grabbed her thighs, giving her a slight tug as he pulled her pussy into his face, his tongue entering her without a care, burying inside of her. One finger delved in below as he did his best to pleasure her, his finger and tongue writhing inside of her. His balls ached, yet his body didn't seem to care as he happily kept his mouth pressed against her, lapping up her juices, hitting every nerve with his strong, wriggling tongue. The only time he breathed was the breif moments his mouth left, but even then his tongue remained on her, gliding around her folds and clit.

"I want to cum Mistress please, let me? I'll let you cum in my mouth, please let me...mrrmmm...pleasseemmm..." he grumbled gutterally, groaning, grunting, letting each syllable drag as to reverberate inside of her, help rock her as much as his finger fucking. 'Shut up!' He screamed in his mind again, he hated what he was saying more than he was doing. He did want to cum, but not by throwing away his honor and pride.

Logan's hand left her pussy again, grabbing her thighs, he pressed her into his face, his tongue entering her as far as it could as he lifted her bottom, grinding her pussy against his face, groaning and grunting like he knew she liked. Meanwhile, his mind was screaming to stop, to not give in, even if a part of the real him was begging for relief, for his aching, full balls to be emptied into her again. That rabid, bestial part that liked the idea of breeding with her wanted it, even if he denied every thought in the back of his mind.

"Cummmm Mmmmisstress, cummmm," he pleaded as he let her use his face to masturbate.
 
“Listen to you….” Carmilla chuckled darkly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and jerking his mouth away from her snatch. She smirked as she saw her juices glistening on his skin. “Your royal highness, begging to cum….think of what your Holy men would think if they could see you like this. Your poor cock is going to be black and blue by the time that we’re done. You want me to cum in your mouth so badly?” She lowered her legs and leaned forward on her throne to lick his chin up to his mouth, gathering her juices on her tongue and swallowing it all down.

“Now, time to get back down there and really work at making your beloved Mistress cum if you want to cum so bad. Then, how about I take your cock again? Just to ensure that you spill enough seed in my womb so I can birth you the next ruler of your Kingdom.” Her high pitched laugh filled the air as she resumed her former position on the throne. With bruising force, she slammed his face back into her dripping folds, hard enough to knock him silly for a moment. The pain heightened the experience for the vampiress as she hissed softly in pleasure.

She grinded her cunt against his noble visage just as hard as he had been doing for her, grinding her clit against his nose while his tongue deeply penetrated her. She shook from the pleasure, body convulsing as she came on her throne. Her juices spewed forth, squirting for her new cock slave. Her hands forced his face to remain against her cunt until the last wave of pleasure crashed through her. Carmilla wanted to put him on the edge of almost blacking out, controlling his air supply. At the very last moment, she pulled him away to give him fresh air. While he choked and gasped, she kicked him squarely in the chest to sent him sprawling.

“Very good, boy.” Carmilla stood, tossing her head back and rubbing her clit for a few more moments. “Now….lay on the ground like you deserve, cur. And enjoy whatever I give you. It is more than you deserve.” She walked down the steps to him, a smile on her face as she moved to his prone body, straddling him. She rubbed her slit up and down his engorged member before sinking the meat deep inside of her pussy. She moaned loudly, deeply satisfied, leaning back and toying with her tits as she took his cock in her.
 
The world was going black as she held his face up against her cunt. Logan couldn't breath, yet his body continued to lick and please her, his eyes closing naturally, he couldn't pull back. Her hand on his head, fingers in his hair were merely icing on the cake, even without them, he would have been chocking against her pussy, tongue deep inside. The prince didn't know if he wanted to die, perhaps suffocating now would be for the best, it would be a degrading death, for sure, but maybe better than whatever she had planed, then watching her bare his children. Still, the strong man remained conscious, his want to cum and kill keeping him conscious in equal measure, despite being deprived of air.

After rolling down the steps from her kick, his body did as it was commanded, laying on his back, arms at his side, his stiff, thick cock was throbbing, begging for release. Every nerve from his upper thighs to his cum filled balls was begging to cum, his muscles were tense, his head hurt. The returning oxygen, seeping back into his lungs with every cough and gasp only heightened and sharpened the pain of his repressed pleasure.

"Don't speak to me like a dog!" he barked, unable to move as she mounted his cock, his head rolled back, a gasp escaping his mouth as the familiar, silky warm enveloped his cock again, "S-stop," he said, the anger and energy in his voice dissappearing, his throbbing cock sat in her, feeling every wall it could, but he remained still, his body her plaything. His hands reached forward, gingerly gripping her legs and thighs, helping support her on his cock.

"I'll...nrrr....fuck you bloody and kill you," he said through gritted teeth, although, it was obvious how badly he wanted to move, how badly he needed release, nearly every muscle could be seen aching, and her heavenly lips wrapped around his manhood only teased a place to release, a place to fill her with his seed, "I..ah...won't let you bare any abomination with my seed...just...let me cum and I'll do away with you," he growled, his need to release slipping passed his own anger.

Logan struggled in his own mind. If she were to release control, he wasn't even sure what he would do. If he could move, her magic waned, would he grip her and fill her again? Take her and breed like the animal she was treating him, unleashing every drop of built up cum from his begging cock? The best thing to do would be to reach for his sword and kill her, but even without the spell, without the magic, the Prince didn't think he could resist fucking her. He couldn't before, he fell into her trap, and now she wound him up, tempted him with flesh and forced him to prime his own cock, he was a dog before, wanting to fuck a bitch in heat, but now he was rabid as well.

'Please just let me cum,' he said in his mind, her undoing her magic was a far off dream, and while his biteless bark had returned, beneath the veneer he begged for relief.
 
“You don’t wish to be spoken to as if you are a dog? Nothing more than a flea bitten creature, begging for a human’s touch and praise?” Carmilla asked of the royal man beneath her, a mocking tone in her voice. “I can’t think of an animal that is more befitting to the noble Prince than a dog...especially with how aroused the creature gets. I’m certain all you can think about is breeding my pussy. Isn’t that so?” She cocked her head to the side and watched his pained expressions as she bounced up and down harshly on his cock. The dark haired beauty took special care to slap down hard on his poor balls, which were already turning colors due to how full of cum they were.

“I can tell that the royal line of Trussaley has fallen from what it was when I was living in the Castle...your ancestors were much stronger than you. I’m certain that they’re watching you now, their legacy dishonored with every thrust…” Carmilla leaned down, her large breasts pressing against his chest, whispering in his ear. Anytime he mentioned his desire to kill her, she only giggled.

“You absolute fool...the first drop of your seed that filled me spelled your doom. My magic is older and stronger than that of your Holy Men. Your essence will take root inside of my womb, and I will give you an heir to be proud of.” Carmilla tucked some hair behind of her ear as she worked. “I can tell that you’re close...your body is shaking. You need to cum...well. Who am I to continue denying you?” She herself was close to cumming, and knew that it was time to seal the deal.

As her cunt convulsed and twitched around his member, she came, raising her head back to revel in the feelings before suddenly swooping down. Her fangs were out and bared, the target Logan’s neck. The flesh there was tender and easy to sink her teeth into him. Taking his blood like this would seal the contract. Logan would never be able to defy her wishes. If she was gracious enough to give him a taste of her own blood, then he himself would be given the curse of immortality. But that simply wasn’t what Carmilla wanted. She needed a slave, not a partner.

The beautiful vampire fed from her regal slave, sucking hard and spilling plenty of his blood on the unforgiving warm volcano floor beneath them. After a few moments, she pulled back. A vampire’s bite was highly arousing, and there was no doubt that he spilled inside of her during the bite. His blood ran down her throat and onto her breasts as she licked her full crimson lips.

“You belong to me now, slave.”
 
Logan's body tensed up. Every part of his rationale mind was trying to resist, to not cum, not give her more of his seed, not increase the chance she'd bare a child of his own. While his body let her continue, even helping her where it could, and the animal part of his brain begged for release, begged to end the pain in his swollen balls and cock, begged to fill the bitch in heat up again, some part of his mind knew he had to escape.

It didn't help when she whispered in his ear, chest pressed against his, their bodies so close. It didn't help that she was lust made flesh, that his skin felt relaxed just by the feeling of her smooth form against his. If she weren't the beast she was, he would love a woman like her, if she was whispering anything other than how he was a disgrace to his ancestors, he might enjoy the situation. But no, she was a monster.

When he felt her pussy twitch and wrap around his cock, trying to suck out every drop of cum, he gritted his teeth, trying to tense his body and stop himself. The pain in his balls radiated throughout every nerve and muscle, he could nearly here his muscles crinkling like tight, taut rope holding too much weight. He closed his eyes tight, 'Don't do it,' he said in his mind, 'Don't cum idiot, don't give her what she wants,' he said. He could hear her orgasm, feel it reverberate through her body, all the way to the heavenly cunt which sucked him in.

He let out a sigh when he could feel her orgasm coming to an end, 'I did it...I'm the strongest of my legacy,' he thought, he must have been to resist cumming.

"Aaahh fuck..." he groaned, nearly yelling as his cock exploded with a sea of cum, pumping out what felt like a river of his hot seed straight into her womb, his body felt joy and pleasure like nothing he had ever felt his entire life. His blood left him as fast as his cum, his wildly throbbing cock releasing squirt after squirt as his hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the flesh, holding her on him, begging her body to let him release more and more, fill her up, impregnate her.

"Please..." he said, he wasn't sure what he was pleading for at this point, his throat was dry, the sudden blood loss coupled with the intense orgasm left him dizzy, ecstatic, like he was in a dream. It all felt good, like bliss, how could an abomination cause something so wonderful? Feel like the touch of heaven the clerics had promised?

When all was said and done, he was still releasing into her, letting his cock be milked of every drop, he looked up to see her form, his blood on her breasts, "I'm a...slave?" he questioned, for a moment he wasn't even sure where he was as his strong body relaxed, muscles turning into a pleasured mush, only his chest remaining strong, heaving to take in air.

"I'm the prince," he said finally, unable to say much more in the way of resistance.
 
Carmilla was certainly impressed with the amount of cum that he filled her womb up with. It had been so much, that her belly was actually lightly swollen. A glimpse into the future, of how she would appear when with his child. One of her soft hands moved to stroke her swollen flesh, a look of pure bliss on her face as she licked her lips, enjoying all of her lover’s blood that she had spilled.

She giggled as he repeated his new title, loving how he was still trying to fight his fate. The dark haired woman didn’t move to dismount him, instead continuing to ride his cock inside of her cunt. His seed and her juices were dripping onto the floor beneath them, the lewd noises echoing. She sighed in contentment, looking down to the man beneath her.

“Of course, you’re still a Prince. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Carmilla confirmed. “But, for all of your power, all of your glory….when you will be with me behind closed doors, you will be my slave. Between my magic and my bite, your fate is sealed.” She continued to bounce herself up and down his length, a soft pink glow to her dead skin thanks to recently feeding. “Let’s see about making this so we both prosper…”

Her breasts jiggled thanks to her efforts, her lust seemingly impossible to satiate. “I will return with you to your Kingdom...parade me in public as nothing more than a conquered vampiress, the fearless Prince who managed to subdue such a damned creature.” Carmilla began to explain what she wanted of him, how her plan for revenge was to be laid. “Fuck me before your people...show them that you command a creature from the pits of hell all on your own. But once we return to the castle, and the doors close?”

Carmilla began to giggle lightly before growing in volume, getting up from his cock momentarily. But it was simply to turn around, face away from the Prince and present him with a view of her shapely ass. She stopped laughing when she sunk his cock back inside of her, one hand toying with his sensitive balls. “You will be my personal slave. I will beat you, fuck you, command you. And in the end...I will give you heirs. Think on that. Children that will outlive even yourself, what they will do for your dynasty….”

“This will be our contract.”
 
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