Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

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.