Thread: The Scourge of Truassley (Poppy x J_Jester)

Carmilla moved willingly as he lead her to bend over her own throne. She closed her eyes, choosing to get lost in the moment. To truly enjoy it. Time would come soon enough for the tables to turn. But for now, it would be nice to have a man in control of her pleasure. To fuck her senseless and fill her to the brim with his cum. With her hands now freed in this manner, she reached around to grip either side of her plump bottom. She spread herself for the Prince, displaying her tight puckered hole, and the dripping slit that he had been plunging into. Both were equally delectable, and promised untold stories of pleasure. Please, my Prince. Take whichever hole suits you best Carmilla offered herself up in a sultry tone, her nipples rubbing against the warm throne. There was some juices on the seat, that had came from herself, so she busied herself cleaning the throne. Her long, delicate tongue snaked from her mouth and lapped up the seat of power. A moan of pleasure left her fanged mouth as he started to plunge into her yet again with reckless abandon. As he repositioned himself to get deeper inside of her, Carmillas eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. This.this is almost...worth completely submitting to.a disgusting human She found it hard to think clearly through the pleasure, her entire body encouraging him, wanting him more and more. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing the pendant that bounced on his chest. Of course, she had sensed the magical abilities upon him entering her throne room. But, once he came inside of her, not even the magic of the church could protect him. Oooooohhhh...thats why...you were able to defeat me so...so.so easily! Carmilla chose to ham it up, letting out a cry of frustration and pleasure. Damn.damn you. As he lifted her up to press into his bare chest, she was happy that her voluminous hair got in the way of connecting with the pendant. It would have been quite the task to explain why her flesh didnt sear upon contact. If she had been a younger vampire, perhaps the item could have worked. But due to her age, it meant nothing. The faster he thrusted, the closer she got to her own peak. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, and Carmilla came just as he unleashed his torrent of seed inside of her. Due to the position and speed, she squirted, her juices coating the throne beneath them. As his own seed coated her womb, the covenant was sealed. He could not bring any harm to her now. After all, the chances that he had successfully seeded her womb was quite high now. His bruising touch was on her breasts, pinching and kneading them to increase the pleasure. As his thrusts subsided, and the Prince would attempt to catch his breath, the throne room filled with her high pitch laughing. Down, slave. Was her simple, two word order. Her command would send the Prince reeling away from her, to the bottom of the stairs. She turned to look to him, a triumphant look on her noble face. There was a smirk on her face as she stood higher than him, his noble seed leaking down her thigh. In your proper place, finally. She walked down the stairs, until she only stood two steps higher than him. You foolish mortal. Your pride brought you to your knees today. You see...it really was your seed that I craved. Carmilla rested a hand on her lower abdomen, that was slightly swollen due to the cum inside of her. The moment you came, you sealed your fate. You allowed your lust to cloud your pious judgement. The dark haired beauty giggled. Now...time for you to learn your place. Crawl to my throne. And clean up the mess I made, so I can take a seat.