Thread: Of Desire

Please? Please what? Please ravish her more thoroughly than before? Please set her free from this madness? Please food? Please help? She still seemed only mildly there, more subconscious than conscious. Konstantin spared little care she would live. The fledgling vampiress would come to herself in due time. Until then she might be feverish, delusional, physically ill, or who could truly predict what else, until her body adjusted and learned to coexist with its new changes. But she would live. If he didn't take her soon, his sanity might not. Her body seemed to easily mold to the bed, both atop the cool, smooth silken sheets and over the wooden rail of the frame. He took a moment to look down at her, his heart racing, looking to her mess of hair that spilled out across her back and onto the bed in all directions, looking to how her fingers lightly clutched at the sheets, looking to her back, a hand caressing to feel the sticky skin, all the way down to her rear, to those plump, lovely mounds encouraged to offer themselves due to the way she lay. At first he simply gripped her hips with both hands, firmly, much more aggressively than he'd been touching her up until now, and held her steady as his thick, aching need rubbed against her through the crotch of his leather pants. This wasn't like before. He wasn't going to make love to her, here, now. His beloved Anastaysia was going to get her twat stuffed, still messy with dried blood and cum from before. The prized acrobat of Cirque de Fichu was about to get her pussy railed, aided, if not beckoned forth by her own slick, feminine need. The darling vampiress was going to get held down and fucked. The grunts that came at first were deep in tone, but not too loud. He wasn't sure if she was more passed out than awake, or more awake than passed out, but he paid it little mind. Strong, spread out fingers clutched around Anastaysia's hips and held her firm in her place bent over her sire's bed while he ground his shaft lustfully between her buttcheeks. They were the perfect mix of supple and athletically muscled, tone. As she lay there practically panting and murmuring to herself, he towered over her sticky, naked body, each exhale of breath carrying with it a slight grunt as he ground himself hard into those firm, bubbly mounds. He could have done this forever, he knew, just lay her there and dry hump for hours...before long, he probably would. There was much of her body to appreciate - every in, in fact - but for now there was a much greater need. Releasing her sides to undo his large golden buckle, Konstantin stared down at that mess of copper curls sprawled out everywhere as he pulled free his belt. The material was whipped to the side, thoughtlessly discarded. He looked to her face as he continued, one side resting upon the coolness of the sheet, the other toward him. She seemed somewhere between serene and confused. Briefly, he wondered what she was thinking. As soon as that thought came though it was gone, and as quick as that had come and gone, he'd made quick work of the front of his pants, unlacing the strings that tied at the front of the leather, pulling it down around him to free the strain. It wasn't completely off, like before, lust taking precedence over time it was as it needed to be, perhaps halfway off his backside, the front undone enough to have been pulled below his sac, pulsating skin now pressed between her firm little cheeks. 'Please' what? he finally queried. Please fuck me senseless? He paused a moment to snicker. Then, leaning forward, leaning over her, Konstantin snatched up one of the pillows, a rounded red and gold pillow with a gold tassel on either side. He gripped Anastaysia's hip again with his left hand, fingers wrapped slightly to her front, and lifted her lower half just a bit off stuff the pillow beneath her hips, adding to her body's natural arch. Adding to the offering of the lady's derriere. Please fuck me, Sire? He grinned some at that though, one enough to show off the ancient vampire's fangs. Konstantin leaned forward again to snatch both of her hands, each by the wrist, pulling them back and placing them on her own backside, toward the bottom where her butt melded with her thighs. Was she aware of herself enough to obey? He wondered. Spread, he ordered lustily, his aching cock free and rubbing between her cheeks. Offer yourself to me. His left hand moved to her lower back. Fingers splayed, he pressed down, encouraging an arch further. His right snatched into her mess of curls, jerking her head back, forcing her chin, her throat, all of it into a painful strain. Please fuck me, Sire , he repeated, eyes staring down excitedly.