Lord Strahds guest. (Closed for Faerun-girl and I)

[faerun_girl]

What seemed to be an odious tour of a year and a day in the service of Lord von Zarovitch now seemed like a dream come true! Well, leaving out the horrid state of disrepair and rot she was surrounded with and how anyone could stand to live in such a castle, she thought that not being able to move for that long a period of time was wonderful--since she would be learning how to read.

What a kind man Lord Strahd was!

Still, she always felt that ache in her heart whenever she saw him. As if it was being torn out of her chest a little. And the weeping. The place was indeed very sad, and her quarters (while luxurious compared to her pallet on one end of their vardo) hollow, she thought that she could repay the lord's kindness by cleaning and making things easier for him. Perhaps a garden? Or to assist Jander.

That would be a bit difficult, though, since he would not speak to her.

She was wholly unable to wear any of the clothes provided for her because she had no idea how to put them on! Noblewomen wore too many clothes--no wonder they could not dance or move at all.

She chose one of her own garments, the ones she usually wore when she was required to dance in the town square, a dark blue dress that hung off her shoulders and ended at her ankles. She slipped on her only pair of worn travelling shoes, but cleaned the bottom before she did so. She couldn't be tracking mud inside her Lord's abode beyond the courtyard.

Isopel made her way to the library, Jander already waiting for her ominously outside of her quarters. She tried to make conversation, but they had arrived at the door. She was announced, and she stepped in to find Strahd perusing the stacks.

"My Lord, I am here for my first lesson." she tried not to smile, but failed, and graced him with her sweet temper.

 

[Ravenloft]

In Isopel's room was a full length mirror, gilded in silver and bronze, set on a base with polished wooden, ball wheels. While she dressed and when her back was turned, her image in the mirror turned of its own, separate will and stared upon her coldly, snapping back into its proper place whenever she looked in the mirrors direction. When she want to the wardrobe, the image screamed and beat at the inside of the mirror in silence. The only noise was one single "crick" as one of the images blows made a small crack in the mirrors surface, barely an inch long.

After that, the image returned to Normal, mimicking Isopel's every move.

Upon her arrival in the library, Lord Strahd clapped his hands once, in excitement. He was wearing both gloves once more "Ah! My student, finally arrives! I need your help in picking a subject! What would capture your interest? I have an extensive collection, whatever you might fancy, I am sure I could fine something to read that would appeal to you!" He ran his fingers across a row, making a satisfying "thup-thup-thup." Sound. "Drama, romance, comedy... it's all here." He felt energized by her very presence.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel did not see the peculiarity in the mirror, her own visage transformed in anger and disdain. Whatever was in that mirror, it would have to wait, because the vistani girl was learning how to read and write.

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The petite vistani girl saw the rows and rows of book, and was suitably impressed, but she knew that none of these would matter to her right now. Maybe not even in a week or two. What care did she have if the books told stories like the ones she knew? Stories she had aplenty, what she didn't have, is literacy.

"My lord, I would like to learn commerce and numbers first." she said, smiling sheepishly. "I have many a tale to compare to your wondrous books. But knowing how to count money, how to write down what I own, and to keep records are of great interest to me."

Somewhere in the castle, a woman screamed again, and Isopel shook her head to be rid of the sound.

"I am sure you have many such records. Could you teach me how to read and create such things?" she asked hopefully, coming near him and looking him directly in the eye. If Strahd would lean down, he may get the scent of mountain air and wild flowers from her, if he remembered how they smelled before he was changed.

"I could start with a children's tome, if that is acceptable. It is what I see some of the families use to teach their sons and daughters." she turned away from him, searching the stacks for slimmer volumes for children.

"Also, I appreciate the room you have prepared for me, it is larger than our whole vardo!" she exclaimed, laughing softly, hoping she as at least livening up the Lord's evening. It was already quite late, but Strahd seemed energized.

Her hands drifted across the volumes, not really knowing what they were, but enjoying being surrounded by so much knowledge that could be hers in the future. She was very thankful she went here.

 

[Ravenloft]

"You would like to learn arithmetics as well? I am glad to hear that, I did not want to overwhelm you at the start, but if that is your desire, I am more than happy to oblige. We will start with the most basic, letters and numbers." He swept his fingers across a shelf and found what he was looking for, a hand scribed letter book with large, extravagant letters from a to z on one page and an illustration of an object that started with that letter. After that was a section with one through nine and a zero as well, with illustration of each count on the next page.

He plucked it out and handed it to Isopel. "Here, lets see if this is too easy, we can move on to something more complex if it is. It includes numbers, but it is very basic. Once you can recite from this book, I will provide you with paper, ink and quill so you can practice scribing the letters and numbers for yourself. Eventually you will be able to write your own stories down to keep forever in print... so that your children and your children's children might have them to cherish long after you're gone."

She was so near, he could smell the scent of wild flowers upon her... it was all he could do to resist snatching her up into his arms and taking her neck into his mouth, to feed... he clenched his teeth to keep them from showing, closed his eyes and took a calming breath to fight the lust in his heart for her. He would wait, come to her in her sleep and kiss her then, making it not but a pleasant dream for her...

She had turned away during his short reverie and when he opened his eyes, she was looking through the books on her own. He stared at the curve of her back and felt his hunger rise again. If they did not get to study soon, he feared he would lose all control and take her against her will. Could she sense the danger? He could not tell.

"This volume is very special to me, it is what I learned with when I was a boy, the calligraphy and art were done by the hand of Queen Ravenovia Van Roeyen... My mother, for who this castle was named after." He went to a table and sat, willing his fangs to stop thrummed with hunger. "Really? I am glad to hear it, I realize the castle is in disrepair and must seem terribly gloomy to such a free spirit as yourself.... If you decide to go roaming the castle , I would advise taking Jander with you, just to be safe."

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel took the book from his hands, noticing his thick gloves that were back on. She said nothing, and reverently held the volume in her hands, opening it to examine the contents.

The work was exquisite, and even her untrained and illiterate mind could see that the hand who made the sprawling letters and illustrations made this lovingly and meticulously. No doubt, this was a great treasure for Strahd, and she felt quite embarrassed to be offered to use such a precious book.

"My Lord, it is beautiful and quite perfect for my request--but are you all right with having me use this? I will be very careful but I would rather not risk your mother's handwritten tome." she said, hoping he would still allow but also expecting him to find a similar book that wasn't as precious as this one. Still, she might ask to see the illustrations from time to time.

"Your mother must have loved you very much my Lord. If it would please you, I would like to hear about her if you were so inclined to tell me tales." she smiled up at him, completely unaware of his internal struggle. Her small hands caressed the cover of the book, and opened the pages slowly to trace the calligraphy and the words.

While Strahd willed himself to calm and wait patiently to have her, Isopel noticed that he looked like he was frowning. No doubt she was handling the book wrongly. "My Lord, I apologize, I am not familiar with the right way to handle books. Could you show me where to put this back?"

She frowned a little at having the only manservant she saw him have would be forced to follow her around for her own safety, so she decided to just omit the fact that she would explore--but without the assistance. She would just have to be careful while she tidied up a bit.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd was pleased with Isopel's reverence for his mother's treasured gift to him. "I am quite certain of this, yes, I would like you to use my mother's picture book to learn just as I once had when I was but a lad." The ghosts of long forgotten memories washed over him as Isopel asked to hear the story of the queen.

"She was a loving wife and mother... I had her to myself for more than a decade and she raised me well. Then... Sergei, my brother, was born, when I was but eleven, upon whom she doted..." Lord Strahd looked to the ceiling and sighed, chosing not to continue the tale just yet. "I will tell you more, later if you still care to hear." He offered, feeling a pang of melancholy, at least his mind was clear of lust for her, for the moment.

He looked up at her from where he sat and shook his head. "No, you do me a great honor, learning from that book, in a way, it brings mother back to life, let her work help you as it once helped me. Please?"

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel blushed again, thinking that a small vistani girl would be able to do such a thing for Lord Strahd. She held the book to her bosom, which would undoubtedly impart her smell to the object. She then laid the book reverently down on the large desk in the library, and sat down on a chair near the pale Lord.

"Yes I would love to hear stories of your childhood and mother. You may tell them to me any time you wish, whether they are happy, or sad. I will listen, My Lord." she said sweetly, looking up at him earnestly.

"But isn't it quite late, My Lord? I do not wish to tire you unduly this evening just to teach me. Should we set a time?" she tilted her head, but her eyes cut longingly to the book, which she did want to learn from immediately. Maybe she could ask Lord Strahd to allow her to read it outside of the library.

"However I am also ready to take lessons in any subject from you at any time." she continued, standing up to look at the books, now not as timid as before, her hands running along the spines. Soon, she would be able to read some of these books, and she could finally read all the books in the vardo too!

She was so grateful Lord Strahd sent for her, and she could almost forget to ask him what her real duties were, and why she always heard someone weeping or screaming behind her.

 

[Ravenloft]

The way Isopel blushed and embraced Queen Ravenovia's picture book was truly endearing to Lord Strahd and she seemed to have such reverence for the book that he knew he could trust her with its safe keeping, even if it were to be cast into the fires of hell.

Her earnest promise to lend him her ear if he wished to continue his tale of childhood was even sweeter. "The night is yet young, your company and enthusiasm has truly energized me. Unless you are tired from your journey here..." He followed her gaze down to the book and smiled. "The book is yours for the time being, I trust it to your safe keeping."

He stood once more and offered her his hand. "Any subject? Indeed?" He asked, quelling the sudden urge to ask if she would like to learn the art of love making. Oh, the things he would teacher her of that...

Ooc: unsure which way you would like to go, stay and study until she falls asleep, giving lord strahd the chance to carry her to bed in his arms leaving her with a blood kiss or excuse herself early to bed and have him creep into her room for a taste of her blood after she falls asleep?

 

[faerun_girl]

"Yes of course, whatever topic you would like my Lord." she said sweetly, not wanting to impose on Lord Strahd to make things easier for him. She opened the book to the illustrated letters and traced them with her hand. The thought of such a powerful man giving her some of his time from what could be a very busy day felt awkward, but she was desperate to learn. She would figure out a way to repay him somehow for his hospitality and his time.

She actually recognized some of the letters. It was impossible not to pick anything up, but she was laughed at when she tried and when she asked. Her father and brothers prohibited anyone from teaching her.

Looking at the pale Lord, she held up the book, then yawned, suddenly tired. Isopel stretched then, and her gown gaped to show off her collarbones and the top of her breasts, her slender neck completely exposed to him. "Oh dear, I seem to be quite exhausted and full. But I'm ready for my first lesson, my Lord!"

She blinked sleepily but held up the book to him.

 

[Ravenloft]

"The point, actually, would be to find what subject would inspire you, when you find the topic that most enthralls you, it hardly feels like work at all..." Lord Strahd advised as he admired the way Isopel traced the letters in his mother's picture book lovingly. "You seem to recognize a few letters, can you tell me the ones you know? Use the pictures to help you along, if you have trouble I will, of course tell you the correct pronunciation. You may not need as much help as you think, judging from the light in your eyes..."

Isopel's display of exhaution bared so much to Lord Strahd's sight that he clenched his fists white knuckled to resist the urge to sweep her up into his arms and ravish her right then and there. "I think you aught to rest, it has been a long and stressful journey for you this evening and it would be best if you began your studies fresh of mind and body. Please take the book with you and study it, we will begin your lessons tomorrow night, here, in the library. You need your rest..."

He backed away, staring, his jaw clenched tight to hide his fangs, if she lingered, he wasn't sure he could contain his lust to have her. If her blood was half as sweet as her demeanor... oh, he would be lost, awash on a sea of ecstasy!

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel had excused herself from Lord Strahd's presence, albeit guiltily, since she was truly tired. She had walked quite a bit before the carriage arrived, and the cold still permeated her bones. The way to her quarters were dark, and she could still hear phantom voices from afar, but she was too tired to care. Lord Strahd's food was warm and hot, and his company quite exciting but also comfortable. She clutched his mother's calligraphy book to her chest, and hummed softly.

Upon reaching her room, she shut the door and began to undo her garments, taking off her dress and loosening her stays. She usually shimmied out of them to sleep in her underthings, but she was truly tired. She just managed to to loosen them and get one arm out when she lay down on her bed, a very sudden lethargy coming over her as she was hardly able to get under the covers, her bare, creamy shoulder reflecting the light of the fire in her room.

Isopel was asleep, and looking foward to speaking to Lord Strahd the next day for her lessons. Her feet dangled daintily off the edge of the large bed.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd's hunger for sweet little Isopel was overwhelming if it weren't for the subtle power of his vampiric suggestion that sent her off into an unnatural slumber, he would not have had the patience to wait for her to fall asleep on her own.

He slipped into her room and found her laying, half undressed, barely under the covers, her bare skin bathed gloriously in fire light. Where to begin? At her neck, like so many times in the past? Upon her bosom, so tender and sweet? No, he was drawn the the junction of her thighs, he had never yet tasted of Tatyanna's sweet sex...

Lord Strahd sat lightly at the edge of Isopel's bed and gently grasped her ankle, slowly guiding her legs apart so as not to wake her from her sleep. In silence, he removed the glove from his right hand and slid his cool fingers along her warm, supple thigh, under her chemise. Bunching the chemise about her hips, he laid on his side, between her legs and kissed her inner thigh, taking her tenderest flesh between his lips, sinking his fangs into her, tasting the rush of hot blood fill his mouth, by the gods, she filled his senses! She was beyond compare, not even the previous reincarnations of Tatyanna had tasted so sweet!

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel whimpered softly in her sleep, as Strahd's hand crept up her silken thigh. Her stays remained loose, and as such one honey-colored breast slipped out of her chemise, and if he would look up, he could see the soft flesh topped with a rosy pink nipple that peaked in the cold air.

As he sank his teeth into the softest flesh on her inner thigh, her hot blood flooded his mouth, even as she gave a very soft whimper, still fast asleep under Strahd's spell. She remained pliant and soft in his arms, though, as she rested, thinking she was alone in her room at her most vulnerable.

With every beat of her heart, the blood rushed into Strahd's mouth, sweet and full of life, as her sex moistened between her legs, just inches above where he bit her and continued to drink.

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel's soft whimpers tempered Lord Strahd's wild lust with tenderness and despite wanting to consume her, he drank of her only a few small swallows. He arose from her exposed thigh, his lips stained red with her blood, his fangs glinting in the fire light as he drew in one long and shuddering breath. His eyes fell immediately upon her freed breast and felt... something stir within his own loins. He gasped at the sensation, thinking carnal desires long lost to him...

Without conscious thought, Lord Strahd captured that rosy pink nub that had so suddenly enflamed his desires between his lips, careful not to nick her breast with his fangs. He sucked upon her firmly, the only thing keeping her from waking under his ministrations was the power of his vampiric suggestion, and even that would not hold for much longer if he did not relent soon.

It was her blood, it had to be, it was bringing him back to a semblance of life, he felt hot and was fully erect, because of her... he moved his lips to her ear and whispered for her to remember this night merely as an erotic dream, bidding her to awaken for him so that he might have his way with her. He sunk back down to the mark he had left on her inner thigh, finding her body receptive to his touch. He pressed his mouth to her moistened flesh and tasted her sex for the first time, sparking her to a hazy, half dreaming state, the fire light burning purple, adding to the unreality of the moment.


"Would you have me?" Lord Strahd asked her as he lathed her bare sex with his tongue, willing her to accept him as her lover.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt more than saw the comforting shadows around her, and the weight of someone between her legs. The person there felt so warm and strong, as if he would hold her all night long. She had never had anyone hold her before, and the feeling was quite intoxicating.

The comforting weight settled between her thighs, and she felt something run up her bare slit. If she were not suppressed within the dream, she would have screamed, but instead she whimpered needily, her clit throbbing from the pleasure. It was as if her body was craving that contact.

There was a delicious sting on one of her thighs, then she felt a laving pressure on her breast, which sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to her groin. The pleasure was building in waves, and her hands clutched at the bedcovers.

She heard a man's voice..Familiar...Comforting. Asking her sweetly. Even as something between her legs made her whimper and moan, she managed to breathe out, "Yes, yes, please..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel's soft murmurs of pleasure and breathy plea of acceptance was both a source of calming relief and ecstatic joy to Lord Strahd's still heart. He was eager to have her, but took his time, kissing and licking her sex until he was sure of her arousal. Stripping off his pants, lord Strahd made ready to lay with sweet Isopel even as he continued to lathe her with his tongue.

Lord Strahd growled passionately into Isopel's sex, feeling the urgency in his own loins grow to near madness, it was almost unbearable, the need to be inside her. He had forgotten how strong the power of carnality was, for so long, only blood had been his passion... "Isopel..." he whispered as he arose, practically having yo tear himself from her sweet and inviting sex. "I need you..." some part of him needed her eyes upon him as he took her, wanting, accept him without fear, but with joy.

He was trembling as he withdrew the spell he had placed on her, she would still think it a dream in the morning, but he needed to know... if she could love him, in all his darkness... "awaken" he breathed as he pushed his manhood deep inside her, caressing her cheek tenderly.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel moved the dredges of sleep away for a moment, to find a cool, clothed weight looming above her. She heard the command and she looked up as if in a dream, to find Lord Strahd's handsome, austere visage on top of her, while something felt like it was lodged between her legs. She felt full and her midsection was a puddle of tingling sensation.

"Lord Strahd...?" she whispered softly, reaching up with both her arms, because he seemed like he was thinking of something or in pain. In her half-woken state, she wondered why he seemed like so in this dream. "What is..." she began, then gasped as she felt something throb and pulse inside her.

Between them, her sweet, pink slit was dripping juices onto the bed, enveloping his hard manhood, come to life with just a taste of her blood. If he moved, they would make a lewd, wet sound. When she gasped and whimpered at the feeling of fullness between her legs, she turned her head to the side to expose her neck, her carotid pulsing invitingly.

"My Lord..." she moaned again, her legs slowly coming up to wrap around his waist, as she had no idea what could be happening at that moment, but only that the fullness and his weight felt sublime.

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel was such a vision of loveliness as she reached out to him in her half-awoken state, confused yet clearly aroused by his presence. Lord Strahd was frozen in amazement at Isopel's willing eagerness, he had expected her to scream and beat at his chest, in a futile effort to escape from him, just like all the others. But to find her slowly wrap her legs around him and moan in pleasure was more than he could bear! He scooped her up into his arms and pushed deep inside of her as he claimed her neck with his mouth, hissing her name, hot with lust and need.

She was such a small thing and he was filled with such passion for her that he worked her up and down upon his shaft with ease, making wet slapping noise eminate from the joining of their hips. The beast with two backs, as they say... his mouth wandered from her neck to her collarbone and back down to her breasts as he filled her sex with several sudden bursts of hot, living seed. He was so taken by surprise by the sudden explosion of release, he couldn't believe it had actually happened. After more than nearly six hundred years of torment, rage and ceaseless bordome, had he finally been given the one thing that he had always wanted? A life with Tatyanna?!

With his seed spent, he felt the borrowed life begin to leave his body and he was desperate to hold onto some shred of the sensation, so he bit into Isopel's neck and fed once more, forcing himself to only take one last swallow, not wanting to drain her to the point of exhaution, but craving the power in her blood that had seemingly brought him back to some semblance of life. And sure enough, like a bolt of lightning, he was filled to the brim with power, his manhood throbbed, hot and hard, bathed in a mixture of her juices and his seed.

Refreshed by the power of her blood in his veins and no longer burdened by the urgency of his own needs, he was free to make love to Isopel in a way that would bring her to her own urgent needs. Things long forgotten were returning to him with each thrust of his hips, each deep plunge of his manhood.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel's eyelids lifted open to see if it really were Lord Strahd who carried her so fiercely and who was responsible for the sublime feeling of fullness between her legs. He seemed to be in pain as he grunted and bounced her on him, but he also felt incredibly strong as he did so. His body felt cool to the touch, but the pressure between her legs was very much hot and wet.

Lord Strahd had put his manhood inside her, and it felt so very big, and the tip hit a sweet spot in her sex channel again and again, making her cry out as he took her for his pleasure. "Lord Strahd..please...you're.." she was saying, but she felt him swell and spurt his seed, and it hit her exactly where she wanted, which made her scream suddenly as the tingling sensation radiated from their joined bodies and spread throughout her bones. She called out his name as she rode out the pleasure.

She thought he was going to hold her closely, and he did, but then she felt a delicious sting on her neck, like the one on her thigh, which made her get even wetter, and felt the softening manhood swell again, much harder and longer, and deeper inside her.

The pistoning in and out of her began anew, her short, dark hair bobbing as he thrust in and out of her with force, and her breasts bounced with the motion, looking like dollops of sweet honeyed cream topped with pink before his eyes in the darkness. The purple firelight lent a macabre cast to their lovemaking, and Isopel held on to him tightly.

 

[Ravenloft]

"You bring me to life, Isopel, I have never felt so alive as I do in this moment..."Lord Strahd hissed, kissing and nipping at her bare flesh, careful not to break her skin with his fangs, he had fed up on her enough for one night, he felt as though he could fly to the moon on what little blood he had drank. Instead, he continued to ravish Isopel's tiny body, making her crest and fall over the edge of orgasmic release over and over again, like tumbling over a hundred rushing waterfalls, each one more intense than the last.

How much could she bear, he wondered, an erotic dream could only explain away just so much. She would no doubt notice the bite marks and the lingering ache of penetration... and if she examined herself at all in the morning, she would no doubt find the lingering evidence if his seed left inside of her.... He would have no explanation for any of this... He would have to admit he had come to her in the night if she confronted him... Maybe... maybe it would be fine, maybe it was to her liking, she did not resist him after all... her body responded with pleasure to his touch, even the sting of his fangs had illicited soft moans from her lips.

She was aware that it was him who was taking her, she had called out his name and was still in his arms, riding him, taking in every inch of his throbbing manhood, like she was made for him. The force of his thrusts made her hips rock up and down and her pert breasts bounce ever so fetchingly, he wanted to touch and kiss her everywhere as he made love to her. He wanted to feel her cum for him, to give her all the pleasure her flesh had given him, ten fold, in return.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel, unaware of her lover's internal struggle, continued to offer her neck and chest out to Lord Strahd, thinking only of holding on to his strong chest and shoulders as he thrust in and out of her. The way he bounced her on his cock and how closely he held her brought her again to the brink, her juices dripping down between them to make a mess of her bed.

She had already cum once, but it seemed she was still riding the high of that first sudden orgasm even as the pale lord continued to thrust into her and hold her close. The tingling simply wouldn't stop as he continued to take her, and it was like she was climbing the precipice of pleasure much easier than before, and reached her peak in just a few more moments.

She called his name as she came this time.

Isopel wondered why such a handsome and important Lord wanted any such attention from her, but even as she tried to think, his motions sent all thought away. This was her first time with a man, and Isopel could not focus on anything except for the pleasure of being mated and being held.

Was this to be her life for a year and a day?

 

[Ravenloft]

Even if this all ended n turmoil, like he expected it to, just like all the other times Tatyanna had been within his grasp, Lord Strahd would never forget this night, after all the torment he had endured for the sake of his life for this woman, he had finally been granted at least one night of pure joy with the object of his immortal obsession!

And, oh, how perfect it was! Making her shudder and scream not in terror, but in ecstasy, instead! She clung to him in all his ferocious passion and he felt the silky tremors of not one, But two climaxes, he would have Jander save the bed sheets as a reminder of their first union together.

The way she called out his name as she came for him was like music to his ears and made his spirit soar with delight that he could bring her to such sweet release, even if he could lay with her every night, for the length of her stay with him, he knew it would not be enough to make up for all the lost time, so he stayed in her bed and held her until the first signs of morning forced him away.

The day would be long indeed, without seeing her face, without knowing her reaction to his visit in the night.

 

[faerun_girl]

The second orgasm sapped all her strength, as she truly was tired after her long journey and the excitement of learning how to read. Her limbs fells slack and she whimpered softly like a cat, trying to cuddle into the vampire lord. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling spent and fulfilled in Strahd's arms. After their lovemaking, there were no more voices crying and screaming at her from far away.

She tried her best to wrap her arms and legs around the pale lord, but she had fallen asleep. She hoped he would still be there when she woke, but she wasn't to know that he would not see her until the evening. For Isopel, such a special time would be nice to muse over in the morning, and to continue to be held.

In the harsh light of the day, Isopel would come to understand that a year and a day may be entirely too long to withstand all the trappings that came with loving a creature such as Lord Strahd, lessons in literacy or no.

 

[Ravenloft]

The death like slumber that had always claimed him during the light of day did not come for Lord Strahd. He paced around his room, wondering what Isopel was up to. "This is rediculous... Jander! Summon Isopel to the library... I cannot sleep and there is no point in just standing here when there is so much to teach her..." he donned a thick and heavy cloak to protect him from the sun as he traveled to the library to meet with his pupil. "Bring breakfast as well, she will no doubt be famished."

He made his way from his bed chambers, through the dark stone halls, back to the library, sitting in wait as though he had never left. He felt energized and full, what a blessing Isopel was. He was eager to see her even though it had barely been an hour since he had held her in her bed, watching her sleep.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel wondered why she felt lethargic the moment she opened her eyes, but then the events of last night came rushing back to her, and she held the covers to her half naked body. The cold of the room seeped in and she held the material closer to her, and under it, she passed her hand on her neck, and felt the wounds there, as well as the tender flesh on her inner thigh. Between her legs, it ached sweetly, as if her body was bereft and searching for something to fill it.

She blushed and wondered. Is this why Lord Strahd sent for her? A lowly vistani girl to be his bedmate? Sounded unreal, especially if she was to be here for a year and a day. Would no one be with Lord Strahd despite his wealth and kindness?

She was broken from her reverie when a knock on the door and a voice (presumably from Jander) told her that Lord Strahd requested her presence.

Isopel blushed and quickly dressed, donning the last of her good clothes, a flowy ensemble cinched at the waist and her worn pair of shoes. She made sure to bring the calligraphy book with her, clutching it to her chest.She made her way to the library, where Jander was already waiting outside to announce her. She went in, all of a sudden very timid in front of the man who held her the night before, trying to meet his eyes, blushing as she realized he looked very handsome in the light of day, if a bit pale.

Beneath her skirts, her empty sex somehow throbbed.