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

[Ravenloft]

"Isopel, you look Radiant this morning, I trust you slept well?" Lord Strahd asked, not knowing that she remembered their coupling as anything more than a pleasant dream. He was deeply touched to see her clutching the picture book. "Are you ready to begin your studies? Jander will bring you your breakfast here within the hour, please tell him now if you have any special requests."

He rose for her, giving her the respect any man greeting a woman aught to,motioning for her to take a seat. "Now show me what you know and we can begin filling in the blanks. Once you understand the alphabet it is simply a matter of linking everything together." He paused, noticing how she blushed and continuously averted her eyes. "Is there something troubling you, Isopel? If so, I would prefer to know now, rather than later. You seem oddly discomfeted...nightmares, perhaps?"

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel wondered at how Lord Strahd was treating her this morning. He was very kind and respectful, and she expected that they would speak of his night visit. It seemed that they would not, and that he was only interested in teaching her. Would it be rude to talk about it? Isopel was quite clueless, since Lord Strahd was her first.

She panicked a bit, especially since he asked specifically about her dreams. Did she dream it all? The sweet throbbing between her legs and the stings on her neck and thigh said otherwise. Involuntarily, her hand came up to touch her neck, and she looked away.

"No, my Lord. I was just overcome with gratitude for...for your attention. I had...very pleasant dreams, my Lord. Thank you for asking." she blushed, but was too embarrassed now to point anything out. "The room you gave me was very lovely. I hope you also had a restful night."

She quickly laid out the book, and showed that she knew of the first few letters, and that she needed to learn some others. All the while, her neck and thigh stung, and her sex moistened in his presence, her nipples peaking beneath her clothes. If she had walked barefoot to the library, flowers would have grown in her wake as she basically faced the vampire lord in a state of heat.

This was going to be a long year and a half with Lord Strahd.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd's spurts sank just a little, was he really hoping she would confront him about their coupling last night? It would be far less complicated if she did, but something in his chest tightened in frustration. The way she touched her wounded throat and looked away,betrayed her. She knew, she remembered... How could he pretend that it hadn't now?

"It does my heart good to hear you say that, Isopel, I feel... affection for you and I think you are destined for greatness. I would be interested in hearing about your dreams, if you care to share them, after your lesson." He offered, hoping she would accept, the extra time with her and hearing her recount their night together, even if she thought it a dream would be quite arousing and give him greater insight into Isopel's feelings toward him. He refrained from saying he had not slept at all, her blood was sustaining him.

With his sharpened, predatory sences, it was impossible to ignore the signs of Isopel's arousel during her lesson and it emboldened lord strahd to end the session mid way, pretending to have only just noticed the marks on her neck. "That should be enough for today, Isopel... what's this, here, on your neck? A mark, of some kind?" He slipped his hand over her shoulder and knelt, giving her a look of concern. "Did... something... bite you?" Part of him wanted her to accuse him, part of him feared her answer.

 

[faerun_girl]

The vistani girl slowly let her guard down and allowed the vampire lord to teach her more of the letters, and even read from a more advanced book just to identify the letters. She was beginning to focus on the lesson, even as Lord Strahd's larger bulk crowded against her, and she was aware of how he smelled--the same as last night when he held her so very close. She was blushing.

But Isopel's eyes widened in alarm when he asked about her neck, and being without guile (such a failure as a vistani), her hand went up immediately to cover it. She bit her lip and decided that if he wanted to know, she had no other way but tell the truth--it was the least she could do for the kindness he was showing her.

"I...my Lord...last night.." she began, quite unsure how to continue, as she felt that she had to be the one to acknowledge their coupling when he was the one to come to her. "I...you...you bit me....my Lord." she said in a whisper, looking up at him as she removed her hand from the wound, letting him see the extent of his bite, going so far as to pull at her tunic, which also revealed her shoulder innocently.

"When..when you came to me, you bit me...Do you not remember?" she looked up at him, her eyes doleful, hoping he would remember and it wasn't an actual fever dream.

Would he throw her out now for the audacity? What would he do? Isopel found herself trembling.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I did more than bite you, my sweet. Tell me, tell me what I did to you, I want to hear it from your lips!" Lord Strahd hissed passionately the tightness in his chest releasing In an explosion of joy and lust. His hand caressed her shoulders and his mouth went to her ear as he knelt behind her. "What wondrous things did I make you feel in the night?" He asked, aching to have her again, even if it were right on the stacks of open books splayed across the desk she studied at.

"You're trembling... is it in fear? Or desire?" He asked, hotly, at her ear. "Do you want me as badly as I want you, Isopel?" He snaked is arm across her chest and placed one hand upon her breast, cupping it in his palm, through her clothes.

 

[faerun_girl]

The sudden burst of intensity from Lord Strahd took Isopel a bit off-guard. From kind and careful one moment as her teacher to a large, virile male the next, the little vistani girl couldn't help but cry out softly as his hard descended on her breast. If he would fondle it, he would find her nipple peaked under her clothes.

She whimpered softly then, leaning her head back to the vampire lord behind her, exposing a swath of light honey skin to his reach.

"My Lord...you...you came to me..." she said timidly, still embarrassed, but he had asked her directly, but reveling even then in how his large hand was on her bosom.

"And you...you made love to me...in the night." she gasped out. Once she said that, it seemed to spill from her lips then, all she remembered in the purple firelight of last evening. "You bit my thigh, and licked me between my legs...And you mounted me and took me, my Lord. You made me yours.."

She arched into his hand, her moistened center now dripping, aching for him beneath her clothes. "My Lord, please..I want you again..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Oh, how he enjoyed the sound of Isopel's soft cries of pleasure at his touch rather than the shrill screams of terror he had always heard before! It was all he had longed for these past five hundred years. He pressed his hand firmly into the swell of her breast and found the peaks of her excitement already quite aroused.

Her soft sigh and the way she leaned into him nearly drove him mad with lust. His fangs were itching to pierce her neck, offered so sweetly.

He moaned in her ear, devouring her words, even in her timidity. As she recounted what he had done to her, he pinched her nipple through her cloths, making her gasp."As you wish..." He hissed and swept the desk clear of the clutter of books upon it. He picked Isopel up by her waist, turning her to face him and sat her down atop the desk. "Undo your sash, show me your body, I want to see you in the light of day."

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt as if a veil had been thrown over the two of them, and all she could sense was her own body and her lover’s. His pale skin looked ethereal in the early sunlight, even when he wore a heavy cloak. She itched to remove it, but still felt too timid and swept up in Lord Strahd’s intensity to do so.

She blushed prettily, her light honey skin taking on a rosy hue as she trembled before him. She found herself sitting on the very desk where he taught her letters—and now it seemed he would teach her anew. She could not meet his eyes or even know how to be alluring. So her small hands came up to pull at her sash, which revealed her stays, pushing up her tender breasts up to his gaze. The top of her tunic was pushed over her shoulder, and it pooled around her waist.

If her vampiric lover would stare enough at her breasts, he would see the top of one dusky areola, as if her body beckoned him to pop her out of her stays.

“My Lord, you must help me.” She said softly, leaning forward, exposing her neck, taking his large hands to untie the laces at her back. “If you wish to see..”

She hid her face in the juncture of his shoulder and neck, panting softly with desire, her small hands guiding his behind her back.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd stared with hungry eyes as Isopel undressed for him. Her blush and trembling shyness only made him want her more. With her stays exposing the top of her breasts and one dusky areola, Lord Strahd's mouth watered. "More." He breathed, allowing her to guide his hands around her back. He worked at the laces of her stay, undoing them with his talented ease until she was completely unlaced and removed it from her as though it were a suit of precious armor.

Reveling in her naked splendor, he stared in awe at her. "Perfection has a name and it is Isopel." He sighed, caressing her right breast and laying her back, standing by her side as he tried to look into her eyes. "Look at me, please, won't you look? I want to see myself in your eyes. Tell me what you see." He faltered in his command, wanting to feel her love, not just her obedience.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel tried her best to please Lord Strahd, overcoming her immense shyness in the ways of intimacy and looking up into his visage, her elfin face beautiful in the sunlight. She reached up to caress his cheek, sensing something sad deep in her pale lover, but also seeing his desire. She touched his forehead and cheek, her small hand touching his chiseled, handsome jaw.

She almost lost her train of thought as he palmed her breast, and she looked to see his pale hand encircle her breast, toy with her dusky nipple, where no other man had touched her before. His touch made her want to arch up, and her sex pulsed with need to be filled by this man.

"I think you are very handsome, and you make me desire you, my Lord, but seem like you have many burdens that you have carried for very long." she said, unaware how accurate she was, even as she was laid out half naked on his library table, her skin inviting him to touch and taste.

"You can find comfort in me, if you wish." she said, not knowing she was the antithesis of her predecessor, and that she was offering something more than she knew. "Won't you remove your cloak, please?"

He could see the graceful lines of her neck and collarbones rise and fall with her breaths, her sweet breasts peaking in the cold library air. He still wore his cloak, so she felt very vulnerable, being undressed beneath the lord's gaze.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd's drew in a shuddering breath, overcome by the strength of his feelings for Isopel. He had never felt so accepted before. The light touch of her soft hand upon his face drew usher tears to his eyes and he reached up to caress her hand against his skin, bringing her finger tips to his lips, to kiss them, his breathing still ragged and strained with emotion and need.

This was no time to melt down though and he caught himself, clearing his throat, he looked deep into Isopel's eyes as she spoke to him. Her words were sweet and true. He felt naked before her already, how well she could read him. He bowed his head to her breast and kissed her there to hide the anguish of memories past that he knew would show in his eyes.

He lifted his head with a gasp as she offered him comfort, no woman in the past five hundred years had ever offered him even a second of comfort. At her request, he undid his cloak and let it fall. Underneath, he wore a billowing white shirt and black breeches, exquisitelytailored to his frame. "Would you see me naked? You are the first I have shown my flesh to in a very long time... the only living woman I would share my body with, in fact." He didnt wait for her answer, He had his shirt of in mere seconds and was unbuckling his pants as he came to her.

Parting her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the desk and lifted her hips up to his mouth. Endulging his senses in the taste, scent and feel of her honey thighs. "Here is the chalice of life..." Lord Strahd murmured as he moved to kiss and lick the at the lips of Isopel's sex.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel, quite overcome herself with how her lover reacted to a natural expression of affection for her, fell slightly in love with how handsome Lord Strahd looked like without the heavy cloak and his white shirt. She felt like a complete wanton as the man expressed his gratitude to her affection--but could anyone blame her?

His pale skin was like sculpted marble beneath his shirt. Her mouth watered, and she had to swallow as she saw how his broad chest tapered down to a trim waist and flat stomach. The fall of his breeches lay open, the buckle undone, and she almost sat up to see where his treasure trail would go, and what lay underneath that he used on her the night before.

A few minutes ago, he was teaching her letters and numbers as if she were a child--but now she felt like a woman in the cold air of his library. She gasped and arched into his mouth as he kissed her breast.

"M..My Lord...You may be the most handsome man I've ever seen..." she said honestly, blushing intensely now, her mouth getting ahead of her brain when he asked. Was she enough for Lord Strahd? How was this man without a bride or even a consort? True, his visage could be fearsome, especially the first time they met outside the vardo, but his gruffness and menace only masked his kindness and a bit of eccentricity if you were willing to be kind to him as well.

Or she could just be weak against complicated, taciturn men.

But all thought would soon leave Isopel's head when her pale lover pushed her legs apart, her thighs making way for him as they did last night. Her skirts bunched up at her waist, making her look even more wanton--wearing clothing that covered nothing from her Lord's eyes.

His tongue met her sweet, pink, nether lips, and she was lost. Her hands coming down to grasp his head gently as she arched on his library table, moaning his name. Her sex dripped nectar into his mouth, and knowing he had fangs made the experience doubly exciting, as she anticipated getting bitten in her tender flesh again.

 

[Ravenloft]

One taste of Isopel's sweet nectar and Lord Strahd discovered that it was not just her blood that was potent. In an instant his manhood was enflamed with life once more. He still craved a taste of her blood though and moved to her inner thigh to claim her with the third and final bite that would bind them together as one. What he did not know was the true power of her blood.

He bit into her tenderest flesh and let her blood flow into his mouth, feeling it's warmth trickle over his eager, lapping tongue, filling him with borrowed life. One thump, a pause, two thumps and then a third... His heart was beating in his chest, he felt it spring to life in his breast. He talked and drew back from her, his eyes wild as his face was stricken with fear and wonder. Was he going mad? Desperate for answers, he took Isopel's hand and placed it over his heart. "What do you feel?" He asked, holding her hand tightly against his heart.

Heat shot through his body as his own blood began to pump through him. "What is happening to me?" He could see in her eyes that she had no more clue than he did and that it was frightening her as much as it was him. Swallowing back his fears, he closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath. When he said she brought him to life, he did not think it would be literal. Opening his eyes, he saw her look of worry and concern, for him and it made him smile. "Let me make love to you" he whispered, rising up, freeing his member from his undone breeches.

Pulling her to him by her bunched up skirts, he slid inside of her with easy. The echoes of his reawakened pulse thrumming silently through his shaft, nestled tightly within Isopel's intimate embrace.

 

[faerun_girl]

Lord Strahd seemed to be struggling with something. His face looked distressed, and that was even after he bit her. It felt wonderful and the slight pain gave a sweet edge to the pleasure of being in his arms, but it seemed he was having trouble with something.

"My Lord?" she asked, worried, then was surprised as he clutched her close to his body. He felt warmer than he did last night, perhaps because it was daylight. Last night was amazing, but his body was quite cool to the touch. Today, there was a slightly warmth on his pliable skin.

Then his handsome face was transformed, and he told her he wanted to make love to her. She spread her legs even as he pulled at his breeches, and held her arms out to him. When he dove into her embrace, she gasped, as his shaft slid into her, and she felt full and complete. Trembling slightly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to take her as he wished.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd's urgency was tempered by his warriors discipline this time and he managed to keep his needs in check long enough to bring Sweet Isopel to climax. Writhing with her, luxuriating in the pleasures of the flesh, they danced upon the desk. Time lost all meaning as the world around them fell away and the only ones that remained were the two of them.

Overcome with love and passion for Isopel, Lord Strahd whispered hotly in her ear "All that I am, all that I have, I would share with you, if you would be my bride. Be my companion, be lover and together we shall rule this land as Baron and Baroness. Temper my wrath with your grace, show the people I am not the devil they think me to be..."

He knew it was unfair to ask such a decision of her in such a moment of unbridled passion, but he was asking from his heart. "Do not answer now, think upon it, I would not trust an answer given in the throes of ecstasy, even if given from the heart..." he relented, kissing her. She was changing him, before, he would have extorted an answer from her in the heat of the moment and held her to it, but now, he only wanted her to give herself to him of her own free will.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel's, young, soft, smaller body clung to Lord Strahd's larger frame. She was bounced up and down on his stiff manhood, which impaled her deeply, sometimes knocking the breath from her body. She could feel his virile strength, the power of a warrior surrounding her as they made love on the library table, where he had just taught her that morning.

The library was filled the sound of their flesh slapping wetly against each other, his low grunting and her sweet whimpers, her short dark hair bouncing in time with her breasts.

She was most shocked by his declaration, and she would be lying if she felt it was unwarranted. She had only met him a night ago, and yet here they were, coupling in his library. She felt something for the pale lord, but she knew that their statuses were too far apart--but that hardly mattered when she was in his arms.

"L...Lord Strahd..." she said softly, responding to his kiss. Trying to speak even as he was buried deep inside her, and she had peaked many times in his arms. "I would lie if I said I did not feel for you...But you're surely aware..."she trailed off, biting her lip, looking up at him with doleful eyes.

She didn't know how many times she climaxed in his arms, but the pale lord surrounding her wouldn't stop making love to her, and she felt his need for comfort and desire with each breath he took. She supposed it must be incredibly lonely in the castle all by himself.

 

[Ravenloft]

"... That you are just some simple vistani girl? Fie! You are far more than you know!" He grasped her by the wrist and brought it to his mouth, nicking her skin with his fangs. Instead of drinking, he let the rivulets of her precious blood fall upon the desk.

If her blood could bring his heart to life, what would it do to dead wood? He was not disappointed, the instant her blood touched the wood, it absorbed into the surface and a living twig sprouted from each spot her blood had landed. "Look!" He commanded even as he surged with orgasmic release inside of her, flooding her love canal with his hot seed.

Spent, he felt his heart slow and go still in his chest... so it had only been borrowed life after all... he fell into Isopel's arms and fought the urge to weep. He hid his face in the dark curls of Isopel's hair and breathed in her scent, soothed by it. As long as she would have him, he knew he would be well.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel stared at the blood trails she made and the soft stems that sprouted up from the wood of her lover's desk. She trembled softly, and not just because he came inside her again, his hot seed coating her wet channel--but also because of her blood. What was this? What was happening?

She was a bit afraid. She always thought she was just a vistani girl. Now, in the arms of the most powerful lord in Barovia, she has a gift that she doesn't understand.

"Lord Strahd...I'm scared." she said softly, clutching his cooling body to hers, her nose coming to rest in the juncture of his shoulder and neck. "Will you help me? Please?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel's soft voice drew Lord Strahd out of his morose self pity, she gave him purpose, a reason to be strong. "Of course, we shall discover your powers together. Do not be afraid of what you are, what you can do, embrace it and you will see the beauty within yourself, just as I do." He whispered, embracing her tightly in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"I have read of people whose magic is inherent, in their blood. Natural born wizards that can control the weave of magic, not through years of study, but with the power within them. Sorcerers and druids of old...To learn more we will have to look deep into your ancestry... or perhaps it is something to do with your birth... regardless, it is a mystery to be unraveled. Do you know the place where you were born? We could start there, to see if there might be a clue to your gifts. I will send for your grandmother, Elsbeth as well. I am sure she can recount your liniage back a half dozen generations at least and I will enact a few divination spells of my own to see if I can learn anyth*" Lord Strahd's words were cut short by a sudden yawn as a wave of exhaution washed over him quite unexpectedly.

"Ahem, pardon me, I seem to be boring myself to sleep." Lord Strahd quipped, able to find the humor in the moment. He ran his fingers through Isopel's hair as they lay together on the rather uncomfortable desk. "Perhaps we should retire to my bed chambers? It would be much more comfortable there, and I am not quite ready to part with you, just yet..."

he rose and put his breeches back on, but only in his breeches before scooping Isopel up in his arms, barely giving her enough time to even cover herself. He carried her to his room, bare chested, leaving most of their cloths in a scattered mess on the library floor, ignoring Isopel's protests.

Lord Strahd's bed chambers were richly appointed with an armoire and matching vanity made of stained black oak, a duvet upholstered in black and red velvet, displacer beast skin rug and dominating the room was a king sized four post bed, swathed in curtains of rich, red and black silks. Carrying her to the bed, he swept the curtains aside, revealing a mound of pillows and furs of all assortment as well as a head board decorated with a variety of jewels and the skulls of small game animals, lacquered in black with some sort of protective coating, their eye sockets set with gems as well.

 

[faerun_girl]

Just hearing her Lord's voice, full of knowledge and with a sudden scholarly lean, she smiled, already feeling assured. It seemed that Lord Strahd was a repository of knowledge and loved it when someone listened to his opinions and advice on matters. His face lost the menacing edge and his eyes softened when he would start talking about scholarly endeavors, and she vowed to ask him more often, if only to see his countenance become less pinched.

She giggled softly when he realized he was rambling, and she reached up to peck him on the cheek, as if he wasn't the darkest Lord of Barovia. He yawned, and she felt slightly smug that her body was able to give him that sort of pleasure.

"Lord Strahd! Your mother's book..!" the petite vistani girl looked behind her lover's back as he lifted her, half naked and well-tumbled, in his strong arms. Despite his trim waist, he seemed to not have trouble with her weight at all. She blushed as he held her so tenderly, unused to such a sweet demeanor from this fearsome lord.

"I am also loathe to be away from you, my Lord..But your castle...so much disrepair..." she already saw the dirt and grime along the walls as they walked through Castle Ravenloft.

But when she saw that he was indeed taking her to his chambers, she felt uncommonly embarrassed. A vistani nobody in the Lord's chambers. It was a very masculine room, and quite daunting, to tell the truth. She was never one for somber, dark, spaces and his room was swathed in such colors.Still, he was here with her and that's what mattered at the moment.

She might have preferred the library, but this place had a bed. She would be lying if she said Lord Strahd's attentions had not left her a bit...deliciously sore. The blood on her arm had dried into faint brown tracks. She wondered if he would like to lick them off her.

She stared at his bed, which looked like a cavern of comfort, piled high with the softest looking things. She was unaware that he probably thought of her as the softest thing to be in his bed, and that his actual resting place was somewhere else.

 

[Ravenloft]

"what was that for?" Lord Strahd asked, regarding the kiss on his cheek, looking down at Isopel, cradled in his arms. "Well,well, you look just like the cat who ate the canary, now, don't you?" He teased, seeing her self satisfied smirk. "What? Oh yes!" He exclaimed, being reminded of his mother's picture book. "I'll have Jander tidy up and return the picture book to your room, for safe keeping!" He snapped his fingers as he left the library and instructed Jander to clean and deliver the precious time to Isopel's chambers.

"It would be a simple matter to have it cleaned to your liking, with a spell, I can conjure unseen servants and bind them to your whiim, ask of them whatever menial task you wish and it will be done." He wasn't about to have her waste her time cleaning when there were so much more pleasurable endeavors to put her sweet body to. "I would rather you spent your time enriching your mind with knowledge" he said, arching his brow knowingly at her.

As if reading her thoughts, Lord Strahd asked. "Does your body ache, my sweet? Was I too rough? Here, let me sooth you..." Lord Strahd offered, laying on his side next to her, facing her and taking her wounded wrist in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed, parting his lips to taste the dried remnants of her blood. The lick, they called it, something Lord Strahd had discovered in his first year of becoming a vampire. Something in his saliva could heal the marks of his bites over and leave his victims feeling a pleasant tingling sensation as their skin knitted and sealed without a trace or a scar.

Lord Strahd didn't often use it, preferring the mark of his bite to heal and scar, an enduring sign of his claim upon his victims. Isopel was no victim though, she was his lover, he would not make her skin unless she asked him to. He cleaned and healed her neck in the same way and sat up, gazing down her body to the junction of her thighs. "Two more remain..." He whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me. " He commanded, slipping down the bed to part her legs and delve between her thighs.

He lingered, staring intently at what he had wrought between Isopel's legs. Two purple welts flanked her wet sex, fragrant with a mixture of their spendings. He could tell Isopel was burning with embarrassment, but he was enthralled by the sight of her sex in such a state. "Do not be so shy, my sweet, this is the chalice of life, nothing could be more natural, more beautiful than this..." He growled, moving in to kiss her there first, then licked away the purple welts on her thighs before returning to her core with his tongue, intent on driving her mad with lust.

.

 

[faerun_girl]

She looked at the pale Lord dubiously when he mentioned that his castle could be cleaned with a spell. Then why would he allow the decay? She was honestly quite miffed at this revelation, but being in his strong arms and having his attention made her hold her tongue. Magic or no, his castle shouldn't be this awful, especially if he was the greatest Lord of Barovia.

Isopel, decided to let it slide for now, but once she got some breathing room from his amorous attentions (don't lords have to do something all day instead of laying with her?) she would attack the problem of all the dirt, grime, and junk that's been accumulated. Poor Jander must have given up at some point from the sheer amount of work.

When he asked if her body was sore, she blushed madly, replying, "I...I like it when you are rough and ardent, Lord Strahd...Please don't hold back on my account...!" she managed to say, just as the pale, handsome vampire lord latched onto her neck and she felt like she was having a small orgasm all over again, but it was flowing outward from the place he put his mouth on. That wicked mouth that both bit and soothed, licked and lapped, the mouth of Barovia's ruler that seemed to be attached to her skin most of the time.

Isopel would be lying if she said that didn't make her feel exquisite.

The diminutive vistani girl trembled when he lifted his head, this time without blood, and she heard him whisper a command that she felt straight to her core. Whatever dark power Lord Strahd wielded on her, he wielded it too well.

"Lord Strahd..." she whimpered, unaware that her soft, pink slit had moistened anew with her own juices, and was leaking his seed. The vampire would find her sweet, smooth mound topped with soft curls dripping globs of his cream onto the bed, with his tender bite marks adorning her inner thighs. There was no question she was with a man recently, and that man was vampire.

Isopel had to cover her face, extremely embarrassed but aroused by her lover's attentions. He praised her for simply having what all women had between their thighs, but she felt like the only woman in his eyes. He was utterly romantic.

The small vistani girl couldn't take the effect of his words and the laving of his tongue on the welts he made himself, and soon enough, she arched beneath him, whimpering his name and pleading for undecipherable acts, her hands tangling in his perfectly-coiffed hair. Her legs moved to rest on his broad shoulders, creamy, light-honey skin set against his alabaster complexion, a delightful and lustful contrast to anyone who would behold them on his massive bed.

Lord Strahd's tongue on her leaking sex forced her climax to go longer, and the girl's eyes almost rolled up into her head when his tongue plunged in and began pressing the sweet, tender flesh, and Isopel didn't know if she should ask him to stop or to beg for an intense pounding from his cock. Her toes curled and her thighs trembled, but the vampire's strength held her fast no matter how she moved.

"Lord...Lord Strahd...Please...Please, I need you." She hoped he would not ask her to say more. It was so embarrassing! But her Lord certainly liked to tease filthy words from her mouth.

When the vampire would let her move, her instinct was to turn on her stomach, clutching a soft, fur pillow beneath her chest as she unknowingly presented her creamy backside to him, her slit glistening with his saliva and newly-healed from him bites, begging for different marks--perhaps from his claws?

Despite the cold, sweat began to sheen on Isopel's brow, and outside the castle, light green vines began to creep up the walls, flowers blooming from soft stems that seemed to follow the time of her orgasms.

But inside the Lord's chambers, the two lovers knew not what trees grew and budded fruit, or how the shrubs overran the desolate courtyard and garden. They did not hear the shambling in the chapel or the screaming in the mirror, reaching a fever pitch. Or the books being arranged and swapped. All they knew was their bodies wanted to crawl into each other's skin and stay there until the outside world beckoned.

 

[Ravenloft]

In truth, the state of disrepair of Castle Ravenloft was a direct reflection of Lord Strahd's complete disinterest in life and his own self loathing. He had long since given up on keeping his home presentable because he had no one to impress, until now. If that miffed her, she would be seething when she found the shambling zombies of those who cared defy him milling the halls as punishment for their actions.

Jander was a willing servant, but had motives of his own for staying at Castle Ravenloft. He was there to warn "Tatyanna" of Lord Strahd's depravity before it was too late. In fact, at that very moment, even as he cleaned up after Lord Strahd, he searched for Tatyanna's diary, which he would leave in Isopel's room for her to... "Discover". Penance for having trained Lord Strahd in the use of his vampiric powers so long ago.

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"Oh? Then I have your permission to take you, over and over again, defiling your sweet body as I please?" He asked casually, his head nestled between her legs, his lips dripping with her juices. "You're trembling..." He noted as he devoured her passionately. It thrilled him greatly to find that she kept a patch of curly dark hair atop her Venus mound. He fondled the dark silken curls with his finger tips as he licked her. Collecting the droplets of his own seed, he worked it back inside of her with his slender fingers, making her pussy lather up with a creamy white froth.

Plunging his tongue inside of her, he tasted their mingled cum and was lost in a swirl of mind numbing lust for her, growling and moaning against her pussy as he drove her over the edge, making her squirm and writhe against his plundering mouth, keenly aware of her body in his iron grip. "No fainting on me now!" He growled in warning. "You must endure, my love, show me you can take my all!"

As she turned over, offering her sex to him, Lord Strahd sat up and undid his breeches. He found he was erect, even without the power of her blood coursing through him now, but his thoughts were full of wickedness and he wanted to hear her beg for more. With the presence of his cock so ready, so near, he grasped her by her hips and rubbed his length along her slit but did not penetrate her. "Only if you give voice to your need, name it, call I out, scream it if you wish... Only then will I give in to your desires!" He commanded, digging into her hips with his nails to remain in control of himself, the need to plunge his throbbing cock home, inside of her almost irresistible.

Inside and out, Isopel was a sourse of vast fecund power and it was only a matter of time before castle Ravenloft would be teeming with new life. The expression of her powers were so potent that a shower of gems cascaded from the head board as she unconsciously restored the Lord Strahd's trophies to life, whole and untouched, calmly cuddling about their new master, inherently loyal to her for the gift of life.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel's sex was a honeyed snatch of his sticky seed and her own juices as the vampire lord continued to devour and play with her slit. His inhuman strength held her down, and the poor vistani girl could not stop Strahd from bringing her to climax again and again. She hadn't even had her breakfast yet, but her lover seemed to be unable to finish making a meal of her.

Isopel felt the heat and stiffness of her lover's cock after she turned over, and she tried to look behind to see how hard and stiff he was. He looked like he was perfectly made, an artist's rendition. The darker skin on his cock seemed angry, and it lay heavy between the tight, rounded globes of her bottom.

He teased her, and she felt the heat of his tip against her sopping slit, teasing and parting her nether lips. It was torture. After all the peaks she had weathered under his tongue, her desire to be filled would now be satisfied--if only he would enter her. Isopel could not think of anything else than to be filled and impaled on her lover's rod, to feel it ram against the softness of her insides, making her take his shape.

"L...Lord Strahd...Oh, I can feel it...Please...Please fill me..." she began, her hips gyrating, trying to get him to slip it in, to get the bulbous head inside her tender channel. "It's so big..please can I have it...Lord Strahd, please don't tease me....I need your cock please!"

She ended her begging with a needy whimper, feeling his heavy hands grip her strongly, her hips fighting them so she could move back. If one were to look at her upon his bed, they would see a small woman on all fours gyrating, swaying her hips back against her lover that rubbed and poked and prodded her slit.

Isopel was insensate, the only thought on her mind was to have him inside her at that moment--nothing else mattered.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd was impressed with how desperatelyIsopel struggled to take his cock inside of her, was both endearing and alluring at the same time. "My, my, such ardent need, such wanton lust, you present yourself like a bitch in heat! I aught to linger at the mouth of your pretty little cunt a bit longer to see if you can find your way back up in my cock, but since you asked so sweetly... I will... bury my sword to the hilt, oiling the blade with your juices and conquer your womb with the armies I have created!"

In an instant, Lord Strahd turned word into action and thrust hard against Isopel's sopping wet pussy. He sunk deep, deeper than he had ever gone before, feeling her luscious, liquidity envelope him! She was beyond perfect, her pussy was sublime, milking his shaft, molded just for him!

"Now... that you have it... what will you do with it?" Lord Strahd growled, removing his hands from her hips and folding them behind his back. "I like watching you struggle, if it slips out, you best put it back in, show me how badly you want my cock and maybe I'll let you kiss it later."