Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

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.