Thread: Catch fire and Explode! (Jack Stalker and Defiant.Anjeru)

Without a care in the world, about the fact that with each passing second his true nature and abilities would become more and more apparent, Alexander continued to feast on Kristen's blood, draining her until finally he had slaked his thirst for the unique tasting fluid that had been pumped even harder into his mouth by her orgasm wracked frame. His cock pulsing and spewing spunk into her insides in time with the hungry gulping of his throat muscles as he drank down the liquid spilling from her throat. He paused to seal up the injury with some of his own blood, streaked from a slashed finger, rather than let her precious life spill out and bleed away into the bed covers. Then he paused again in his attention to her and pushed himself up, so that he looked down on her ravaged form, his eyes flashing with a wild hunger as he admired her blood, sweat and cum streaked body. A smile on his lips as he took in the look of their secretions, spilling forth from her cunt and bathing her thighs as his cock slowly drew out of her with an obscene sucking sound. His breath was harsh and ragged as he licked his lips and dipped occasionally, to taste some new part of her flesh which had taken his attention and drawn him in to abuse it. Tongue and lips licked and seared her skin as he continued to indulge himself in her pale perfection, his shaft still glistening and hard as steel from the juices that dripped from it and streamed across its length. With her arms immobilised above her head, drawn up either side of her, he reached over to a bedside table and took out a black leather collar, which was studded with diamonds all the way around it, except at the front where it sported a single huge ruby. He wrapped it about her sore neck, fastening it as he gave a satisfied look at her body, clearly happy with his handiwork so far. Her tight cunt had been everything he had anticipated. He moved to shift the position of her chains, drawing up her arms until they were heading straight up either side of her head. Then he moved down to the foot of the bed, taking hold of her ankles he lifted her body up, holding it taut as the chains bit at her wrists, stretching her out as if she was on an invisible rack. from this position he twisted her around until she was facedown, dropping her back onto her stomach as her arms twisted into a cross above her head, her face resting against the bed and the bottom of the pillows. You'll need to keep that on Kristen, so that fewer questions are asked of you, understand you little slut. If you want more of your masters cock and more of his world, then you will need others to know who you belong to, as well as concealing the true nature of your neck wounds. he growled, behaving with casual confidence as if he believed she would follow his commands without question. Already she would be feeling the puncture points heal, although they would still be visible as scars on her flesh. Of course he would apply a little of his glamouring to her later on, but not until he was finished testing her resilience to his 'methods' of fucking. So far she seemed to be quite accepting of her wild treatment, which assured him that he had indeed been delivered a chosen whore, a slut who craved the dark side of life and wished it to be thrust upon her with as much force as she could bear. With the collar bound about her throat he moved onto the bed behind her, forcing apart her legs as he laid his huge wet shaft between her ass cheeks. The slick coating of cuntjuice and cum seeping into the tight bud of her anus as he rested his cockhead there, reaching up to take hold of a fistful of her hair as he wound it about his hand. His free hand slid up and down her body, from her shoulders to the small of her back as he stroked at her flesh, feeling out every muscle, every contour, every inch of skin that heated his fingertips and tempted him to further atrocities with her innocent looking young body. So my tight young fuck toy, have you had enough? Or do you want some more of your masters cock? he asked her in his deep penetrating tones, tracing a sharp nail back and forth along the curve of her spine as his roasting shaft as good as sizzled against her flesh as it grew and throbbed at the touch of her skin. Would he even listen to her answer... or was he preparing to claim what was his anyway, to claim what the gods had delivered to him this night? Even he was unsure of the answer.