Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

With his hand cupped, she wanted so bad to nip him before he could re-position it to not happen. As much as she wanted to, it wouldnt do to spoil her plan now. But like this, his scent was simply so much thicker. So much closer. His pulse was particularly strong in his wrist, and even at the tips of his fingers. This truly was a test of Carmillas endurance. Her eyes focused on the stalactites hanging from the ceiling, the twisted forms having taken shape over centuries from the rising and cooling temperatures inside the volcano and the surrounding cliff. It they could take their time, so could she. It was difficult to speak with how her mouth was currently positioned, so she stayed quiet and allowed her body to speak for itself. As his two fingers plunged inside of her slick quim, she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. It had been so very long since she had enjoyed herself like this. And even longer since someone had been bold enough to treat her so. It had been the very vampire that turned her, who had been so bold to attempt to humiliate and degrade her before making her one of his own kind. Her insides molded to his fingers, sweet juices coating his fingers. Logans fingers continued to stretch her out, while she wondered what his cock would feel like. Once he hit four, knuckle deep inside of her, she wished it was his cock. The vampiress was yearning for his seed. If she would have been a weaker vampire, Carmilla wouldnt have been able to pull off such a grand plan. Her lust would have simply been too strong. Her erotic moans were audible, even with her face contorted. As he released her mouth and instead seized her hair again, she cried out in agony, wanting for Logan to feel like he was completely in charge. She crawled up to the very throne that she sat on, pendulous breasts swinging. Her nipples were still hard, craving his touch. Carmilla only grunted with effort as she was forced into the position Logan desired, looking to his face for a brief moment before her head was jerked back by the Prince snatching another handful of her hair. Carmilla didnt struggle or fight his affections, instead she focused her skills on twisting her bald mound over his clothed cock. She wanted to feel him hard, needing her for his release. As he lavished attentions onto her breasts, her soft moans echoed off of the walls. Prince Logan...you are indeed a worthy man to defeat me. She fell quiet as he suckled her hard enough to leave a mark on her beautiful flesh. His saliva shone on her pale skin. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she considered what he said to not be too terrible of a fate. But unfortunately for Logan, it would be himself who was chained to the throne, used as a tool for pleasure. My liege...there would be no happier place for me than with your cock firmly inside of me. I want you to fill my unworthy womb with your noble seed. Make me your personal cock whore and show me off to all in your lands, that you were the one who was able to defeat a vampiress, forcing her to submit to you Carmilla was cooing as one of her hands went to turn his face to look up to her, ignoring the pain of her hair being tugged so roughly in the process.