Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

Logan could taste everything. His tongue was lapping it up, his fluids, her fluids, everything. Each grunt of resistance, he knew, only served to increase the pleasure he was giving her, vibrating from his throat and through his mouth right into her. He wanted to stop, he could feel his slipper appendage delving into her, his tongue wriggling inside, cleaning every spot when his ears perked and his head nodded. He could hear her commands, and he couldn't do anything to stop himself. He dropped his shirt, his left hand moving up. At the least, his tongue left her insides, replaced by his middle finger. It slipped in with ease as his lips wrapped around her clit, the tip of his tongue moving in little semi circles around it as he sucked. His free hand also did as she commanded, lowering itself, his cock was still soaked with her juices, yet now hung low between his legs. He began to stroke it, moving his strong grip up to the tip then back down to the shaft, fingers grazing his balls before moving back up. He started slow, allowing his cock to perk back up, ready again, before his hand began to go faster and faster. St-op... he grunted into her pussy, his finger matched the speed of her hand, delving into her to his knuckle than back out. He was grunting, panting, struggling to breath as his mouth refused to leave the sweet tasting flesh he had blew his seed in. After a few moments, he was stroking at a brisk pace, the juices left on his cock helping glide his hand up and down, it felt good, incredibly good, almost like shoving into her again, but he hated every moment of it. He hated that it felt good, and he hated that she tasted good, she was a monster, and those few good qualities, and the idiocy of the clergy, were what got him into this situation. Finally he was furiously jerking his cock, groaning as he felt it begin throbbing. He could feel the cum in his balls pressing towards his cock, he shoved another finger into the queen, the throne room alive with the sound of slurping and his lips smacking as he continued to please her with his mouth. His entire body reared, ready to spray onto the throne, and then his hand stopped dead, holding his throbbing cock. His other hand continued, curled fingers exploring the still coated insides of the vampire, her silken walls squeezing and falling around them. But his hand stopped, his balls beginning to hurt. I'll...kill...you... he said with muffled voice. It took a few moments for his cock to begin to go limp again, for the ache to cease, before it started again. The slow stroking to brisk jacking, until again he was pumping hard, his hand smacking against himself loudly in the room. Another finger entered her, then another, stretching and pulling, delving, as his tongue flickered up and down. Again his body reared, muscles tensing as he groaned. 'Right there....right there....please....' he thought, he could feel the pleasure over the edge, his eyes nearly rolling back. Then again he stopped. Nnnnrrrrr he growled into her, a hint of hopelessness in his voice as an even stronger ache took over. His balls were filling each time with no relief, he could nearly feel his seed filling him to the brim, ready to burst, but in the hot air, his cock began to limpen again. By now, the juices that once wet it were rubbed off, as he began to stroke again, and then pump again, he was nearly masturbating himself raw, raw to no relief, yet his body didn't seem to clear. All his body cared about was her pleasure, hearing her pure and moan, or getting a glimps of her pulling and playing with her breasts. I...let me finish.... he moaned pleadingly, his body reared, ready, and was again shut down, the ever increasing pain only intensifying. No matter how much it hurt, he contined to please her, even if he gagged on what he licked up, even if every ounce of his body pleaded for him to stop or finish, he continued, hating every moment, all for his new master, the new barer of his children.