Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

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.