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

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd was busy elsewhere, preparing spells for the morrow, but had left a programmed illusion of himself behind to invite her to stay in his bed until he returned. He hoped he would find her there when he returned. These were strange days, but just having Isopel near at the end of the day made the dreary night seem full of possibilities. Another taste of her sweet, life giving blood would be the perfect end to the day and all that had transpired between them. He was more than curious about the origin of her power, perhaps her mother's spirit might have some idea.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel knew her brothers would just do as Lord Strahd wanted, especially as her father would undoubtedly fail to escape her lover’s wrath. They would stay if her father stayed. If they were set free, the townsfolk would demand their heads.

Was she to blame for their misfortune again? While simply not caring was an option, as what Lord Strahd wanted her to do, that was not her nature. She realized the melodrama she attached to her mother’s death was a bit unwarranted, but what was she to do?

The woman who cared for her neglectful family was the same woman capable of caring for the Baron.

She had planned to sleep in her quarters, perhaps be alone, but a dissolving illusion of the vampire requested she wait for him in his quarters.

Isopel frowned at first, but he asked very nicely. Perhaps they would be able to speak better before sleeping that night.

The small vistani woman drew her own bath and changed, making her way up to her Lord’s chambers for the night as he requested, but a lot more wary than when she first stepped in his chambers. She left her new lively pets in her room, asleep in borrowed pillows and blankets.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tatyanna's spirit trapped in the mirror was furious with Isopel, but there was little she could do until she read the diary and learned who she really was! The more energy she wasted right now, the weaker her hold on Isopel would be! It all depended upon Isopel's feelings for Strahd! She had to reject him! But how? Isopel was far too understanding for her own good! Letting the vampire explain himself?! Ugh! What naievity! If she couldn't sway Isopel, maybe she could sway these simple creatures she had left in her room to shy away from or even attack the devil Strahd? Perhaps Isopel's soft heart would harden if she saw him harm one of these fluffy little things?!

After several hours of study, Lord Strahd had prepared the necessary spells for the morrow, in his private study that not even Jander knew about. It was high in one of Castle Ravenloft's tall, spire towers. From here, he could see all of Barovia and with his sharp eyes, could spot even a rodent miles away! Once Isopel was able to read, he thought he would start bringing her here for her lessons, to show her all that she would gain as his bride! No other reincarnation of his beloved had ever been warm enough to his affections to be considered for such an honor.

Stepping out of the tower, onto the balcony, Lord Strahd wondered ishe would find her in his bed, or sleep alone tonight, it gave him the oddest feeling in the pit of his stomach, the uncertainty of not knowing. He always knew her rejection before, why was it that he could not feel it with her? He continued forward, over the edge of the balcony and began to fall. His body shrunk and morphed in mid-plunge, turning into a large black bag.

He shrieked to get his bearings, nearly blind in this form. Landing on the balcony leading to his room, he sensed light within! He had left it dark, Isopel must have come! His heart soared, knowing that she had decided to spent the night with him. He flew at the door shuttered windows, battering at them in this slight form, curious to see if she would come and let him in, even though he looked so horrid. It was a test perhaps, but it would be interesting to see what she did.

After battering the window, he fell on his side, pretending to be injured, squeeking pitiously.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel apologized to her new friends, once she had calmed down after the events of the day. She waited for Lord Strahd to return from where he went, hoping they would be able to talk and not have any bad feelings towards each other that night, but it was dark, and she was getting sleepy.

She was about to nod off when she heard battering at the window, getting more insistent by the second. Her new little friends were insistent that she get up and open it, so she petted their anxious little heads and went for the window, which honestly looked too big for her to open.

But she tried, and it was surprisingly easy. She opened to find a large bat, on his side, with a piteous cry emitting from its snout. It seemed to be injured.

Isopel cooed softly, her hand reaching out to pet the seemingly-damaged animal, and reached out to carry the large bat inside out of the cold air. It was quite large, and smelled a bit familiar, but it was docile as she held it to her and she closed the large windows.

She didn't see any food in the room, so she couldn't feed it, and she couldn't see where it was injured, so she hugged the bat to her chest gently and stroked its back, saying, "There, there. It's all right."

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel was truly a kind hearted soul, the Tatyanna of old would have shrieked and ran from a bat in blind terror! It won Lord Strahd's cold heart over that she would show such tenderness to such vermin. Playing along for a moment, he reached out and brought her finger to his little snout with his tiny clawed fore paws to lick and nibble on. She sat down on the bed with him cradled in her arms, he could feel the beat of her arm where he lay and might have lost himself in the contentment of the moment if it hadn't been for the presence of several of her other animal companions eyeing him like he might be their next meal.

Soon as he noticed the danger of being such easy prey, he began to morph back into his true form. He grew and his weight spilled out of her grasp, so that he lay beside her with only his head cradled in her arms, his ear nestled against her breast. Looking up at her, he arched one brow to see her reaction. He expected she would scream in terror, just like all the others...

 

[faerun_girl]

"Lord Strahd!" she slapped his arm, half amused and half shocked at the audacity.

Isopel felt the tingle of magic all of a sudden, and soon, the poor, pitiful, injured bat she was cradling in her arms changed into her vampiric lover!

She should have known!

But then again, the same vicious man who imprisoned her family was capable of creating a ploy to gain some affection was something that she would never consider.

"Did you truly act like an injured bat just to get me to embrace you?!" she put her hands on her hips, getting up from the bed and trying to decide whether she would be mad or or glad.

Was being with her during the night so important that he would go to such lengths to feel her touch?

 

[Ravenloft]

"The lengths I would go, that I have gone, to know your touch, to feel your love, would only terrify you... Not my intention, but it always seems to end up that way, until now. It worked, didn't it? Some part of you knew it was me, you truly are a unique soul, showing such tender mercy to even a verminous creature as a vampire bat. Perhaps I could learn to be kinder from you, just as you would do to learn to guard against having your nature being taken advantage of by the cold and cruel of heart?" He sat up and ran a hand through his coal black hair, admiring her body

"What I mean to say is..." Lord Strahd paused, struggling with his ego to get the words out. "I am sorry that I hurt you through your family... I only did what I thought was just and right. I believed they must have done far more heinous things to you than just neglect you. My faith in humanity isn't what it should be. War does that to a man." He looked down at his hands in his lap, those instruments of death now only wanted to give Isopel pleasure.

"I have a gift for you... I have prepared a spell that will bring your mother's spirit here, to us and allow you to see her, to speak with her. Would you... Like that?" He asked softly, still looking at his hands, desperate to please her, the only thing that mattered to him was her love.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt her heart soften for Strahd. She didn't like arguing and fighting him, and she knew his words were true. She did let others abuse her and neglect her too much, and forgave them easily, even if they didn't apologize or were even sorry for what they did.

To think he had to become a bat to feel like he could be close to her again, or that he was willing to admit that he had some fault was something Isopel had never experienced with anyone.

She embraced him, even if she did slap his arm for his little bat ploy a while ago. "Lord Strahd, I'm sorry that I called you a brute and got so very angry, but you're right that they should be sorry for what they did to me--even my father."

She raised her legs up so she could sit on his lap, her arms around his neck, feeling very glad that they weren't arguing with each other again.

She didn't let him feel anymore pitiful or bad any longer, and upon hearing that he wanted to make amends with the spell, she said, "You...you could do that? Yes! I would very much like that and I'm so happy you thought of it for me."

She began to cry, but didn't feel any sadness at all, only relief that the two of them were not arguing or at odds anymore, and that he had it in him to think of this wonderful gift. She remembered all the times her brothers and father wronged her, and how they never took responsibility or apologized. And yet here was this man, who wasn't even completely wrong, wanting to make amends.

"You're a far better man that my father and brothers, Lord Strahd."

 

[Ravenloft]

"I have been called far worse many, many times. Your anger was tame compared to most, still, I would not wish to invite it again, you mean so much to me. Your brothers actions are forgivable, your father's, on the other hand... I am still quite vexed with him. But let's not dwell on that until the morning, please."

Having Isopel sit in his lap nearly made him forget all about the spell, her scent, her warmth washed over him in waves. "I can, yes, but I need access to your bare stomach. It requires utilizing the last physical connection you had to your mother... If you would lift your night gown, I can begin the summoning. Are you certain you are ready for this? It is sure to be quite difficult for you emotionally, you may learn things you will not like..." Her tears shook his resolve.

"You are the first person in a very long time to accuse me of being better, let alone a man." Lord Strahd mused, straight faced, making it difficult to tell he was joking with her, uncomfortable with her compliment.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel wondered how a man could be as cruel as him and yet display great insight and vulnerability at the same time. What happened to Lord Strahd before she met him?

"I think Lord Strahd, I am one woman who can very well say you are a man." she teased again, unable to help herself, wriggling on his lap.

He was right, though, speaking of difficult things would not do when they were trying to repair their relationship.

"I don't think it would matter what I hear from her, but it would be nice to meet the woman that my father and brothers loved so much that they would treat me like this." she said a little sadly, resting her head on his chest as she sat across his lap. He felt solid, and rather chilly, unlike the times when he would feed from her and his face would be suffused with warmth.

"And if they would act in her name, then it's to her they should be confessing, not to you--or to me." she said, and raised her garment, letting him see that she was not wearing any smallclothes beneath her gown. She took his hand and put it on the light honey skin of her stomach, as he said was required.

"I'm ready to meet my mother, Lord Strahd." she looked up and kissed him quickly on the jaw again, like she did that morning.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Careful now, my dear, talk like that will only serve to bring out the beast in me..." He warned her, already aroused by the wriggling of her hips. He lightly smacked her thigh to stop her from making him forget his spell.

Lord Strahd listened to Isopel's reasoning and nodded, it was right and just to give the spirit of her mother voice in this matter, no other had been wronged more than her after all, he suspected. Perhaps the ghost would be the only one capable of making Merryweather face his demons.

Lord Strahd noticed that Isopel had forgone wearing her under garments and it gave him a peculiar little thrill to know that she was naked under her chemise. The smooth warmth of her belly sent cracks all through his tight resolve to cast the spell, his focus was slipping fast, but he uttered the ancient words of arcane power and tugged upon the weave to do his will.

Just as once, Isopel's umbilical cord connected her to her mother, an ethereal cord was formed, instantly connecting them once more. What once fed Isopel life now lead her mother's spirit through the shadow realm back to the land of the living.

From out of the shadowy corner of the room came a pale, ghostly figure, beautiful yet full of mornful sorrow. "Please come and meet your daughter, Isopel!" Lord Strahd offered the ghostly. Woman standing before them.

 

[faerun_girl]

"Oh, you mean the beast that just squeaked pitifully in the window until I could kiss him better?" she teased again, giggling when his frosty hand cracked against her thigh. It just made her want to press her body against him more.

The same hand moved to her stomach, and she almost forgot she had the chance to meet the mother that she never knew--Just because her lover's hand would feel good if he went a little lower...

Lord Strahd wasn't just the piteous bat asking for affection, he was also an accomplished magic user. She watched him say his spell, and a ribbon of light wound from her belly to the corner, where a light emitted from the ghost of her mother, tethered to her for the moment.

Isopel wanted to feel that she had a connection with this woman, or that she saw her face when she looked at the visage of Lela Seehuwe. But the ghost in front of her didn't seem any different from any other shade she encountered. The woman looked confused.

"Maman, it's me. Isopel. I am grown, and my...my lover, Lord Strahd, has summoned you." she said, and the ghost seemed hard to hear, so Isopel moved closer.

"I'm your daughter. Do you recognize me?" the live girl asked the dead woman, and the former saw the latter raise her hand as if to caress her cheek. She felt a coldness there, and hoped that she did recognize her.

But the shade moved past her, and Isopel thought she called her father's name. She let out a sigh. Maybe she didn't understand Isopel was grown?

She turned to Strahd. "Can you command her and tell her to go to the dungeons to meet my brothers and father? Maybe she will talk to them."

She looked at the ghost sadly. "I think I just realized how I'm not really part of the family after all."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Being monstrous all of the time is quite exhausting, even a beast needs someone to love sometimes..." Lord Strahd said, matter of factly in response to her teasing. The awareness of how close they were and how easy it would be to slip inside made his body react.

The reunion was not going as planned, Lela was preoccupied with unfinished business and barely gave Isopel any notice. Lord Strahd instantly regretted summoning hef, seeing how much it hurt Isopel. He couldn't understand how her mother could be so cruel, mistaking her need to find Merryweather and the boys as a lack of concern for Isopel. Not knowing that her restless spirit was just as angered by her mistreatment as he was.

He sent her to them, in the dungeon below and turned to embrace Isopel. "I am sorry, it seems like my every good intention ends up causing you pain..." Lord Strahd whispered, now wishing he hadn't meddled in her family affairs at all. "Tell me how to make it better... please?" He pleaded, not knowing what to do to staunch the deep emotional wound he had just helped cause.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel sighed as she saw her mother’s shade race towards the dungeon. She wondered if she wanted to go down to see the reunion, but decided she had had enough heartache for today, and only wanted love. She knew exactly where she could get some.

“Maybe some other time you could tell me, my Lord, about your mother. It makes me happy to know one of us had a good childhood.” She smiled, and raced into his arms, cuddling close to him like a cat, rubbing her cheek against his doublet, her small stature only letting her head come to jus below his collarbones. Her hands snakes around his trim waist, gripping onto his back using the fabric she found there. He smelled like magic and the deepest forests of Barovia.

“And maybe hold me tonight? I think I would need to be held. Even by a beast.” She giggled again, her leg slipping behind his, as she had already toed her shoes off.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Things were not always so good, she cared for me in my adolescence, but once I became a young man and was handed over to my fathers care and tutelage, she lost her affection for me, it seemed, as she had my brother to tend to in my place. Father groomed me to be a soldier and I was good at it, so I had little time to be pampered and loved. But yes, when I knew her love, it was my world, as I am sure I was hers." He explained, an edge of sorrow in his voice.

"Please don't feel sad, I am sure your mother has unfinished business compelling her to go to your father and brothers first. She will return to you eventually, I am certain of it." He wanted comfort her, to sooth the sting of her mother's actions. Isopel's actions told a different story, though, she was clearly teasing him. As shocking and unexpectedly hurtful her mother's ghost had been, Isopel did not seem to blame him, she only wanted him to hold her?

He turned his lips down to kiss her brow and ran his fingers through her hair. "I could tell you of when I first met the Vistani and how our pact of freedom was made..." He offered as he moved his hand down her back, collecting the hem of her chemise and bunching it up at her hips. "It was long, long before you were born, I was a soldier, in a foreign land, fighting in my fathers name. My entire squad was wiped out, I was gravely injured, I barely made my escape, stumbling half dead into one of your families camps in the dead of night. I went to the light of a fire and heard men shouting in alarm before I passed out from loss of blood."

He pulled her chemise off of her, over her head, tossing it in a heap out in the darkness of the room somewhere. Kissing her shoulder, sitting with her facing him, straddling his legs, he continued. "I woke, bandaged and cared for, days later, my wound, which by all rights should have been my end... Was knitting, although it still ached like claws burried in my flesh... I tried to get up, but a hand pressed me down, I was still very weak. It was a Vistana lass, training to become the camp's Iachawr, or healer. Men from the foreign army were out looking for me and came to the camp, but the Vistani hid me, they would not give me up. So, you see, I owe your people a great dept, I promised them that if I ever came to power, their freedom to come and go as they pleased would be protected." He palmed her breast, too distracted by her bare flesh to continue the story, choosing to end it abruptly.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel listened quietly to Lord Strahd, her cheek rubbing against his doublet, letting him touch her wherever he wanted. After their intense argument, she felt the urgent need to be as close to him as possible, to soothe the pain she caused him, and be soothed as well. What was this intense longing for someone she had only met a few days ago?

She was sad again that he had to lose his mother's affection, and most of all to his own brother, but the story about his debt to the vistani was intriguing. Though his hands, chilly but calloused, made it a bit difficult to listen to his story, as his touch left her skin tingling. She let him kiss her, closing her eyes as he put his mouth to her brow, his cold lips soothing the heartache from their earlier disagreement.

When she felt his hands on her hips, taking the fabric of her gown with his fingers, she leaned into him, arching her back slightly to feel more of his caress on her bottom.

She raised her arms so he could remove her chemise, and she felt like the most desirable woman in Barovia as she sat naked in front of the vampire's gaze, straddling him. She tried to listen to his story really, but how could she remember all the details when his voice went down an octave, became rough with desire, and she felt his breath across the skin of her sensitive breasts.

She mewled needily when his pale hand came up to palm her breast, and even she thought it appeared a bit larger. They were more sensitive, full, and heavier. Her skin felt supple, and his fingers would sink into her flesh as her nipples peaked towards him. Like they ached for his touch.

All this while she kneeled on the lap of her fully-clothed lover, while her light honeyed complexion shone in the firelight, her form completely bare to his eyes.

"Lord Strahd...what is it?" she asked, when he stopped his story suddenly.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I think you know... you must know what you do to me by now... your flesh, so warm... the scent of you sets my body aflame!" He took her by the hand and guided her down to touch his raging erection. "This... this is what you do to me! Feel it throbbing? Do you not know your power? Over me? Like some sexual sorceress, your blood bids me to rise and I obey. What else can I do but be in your thrall, when you taste so sweet?" The words poured from Lord Strahd's without conscious thought, he was a man posessed.

"I want you to dance for me again, burn your beauty into me, mind, body and soul. Only then will you sit on my throne, as a lover, a partner and my bride. Watching you, drinking you, fucking you... fill my days with lust, love and desire and I will give you everything! Nothing will be out of your grasp!" Lord Strahd never offered power so freely, he was truly under Isopel's spell.

He tore his own clothes off in his urgency to be with her and panted with need as he put her hand over his palpetating cock. "Dance with me..." he growled, dark desire in his eyes. "Show me what you know."

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel arched into his hand as he palmed her breast, then let him bring her hand to his groin, which showed how large and ready he was for her. She felt her mouth water. "Lord Strahd...You make this vistani girl feel like a temptress, when I have done nothing..."

She said this breathlessly, her breasts rising and falling, and her head dipped a little to lick him at his ear and down his neck, his skin cool to the touch, and smelling of magic. He always smelled like power.

She felt him remove his clothing, and for the first time, she beheld the wonderful expanse of his chest, pale and bloodless, and his trim waist, like marble, but with the lovely treasure trail leading to her prize, his raging manhood pointing up towards her, like it craved her attention. Her hand grasped the length, which looked just as big as it felt all those times before, and she began to caress it, feeling it heat up in her hand.

"You always overestimate me, my Lord. I have never pleased a man in such a way, as you know you have been my only lover, and I hope my only one for eternity." she smiled, but had begun to slink down to the carpeted floor, her face now level with his jutting cock. It twitched, and she grasped the base, angling it towards her. She rubbed the shaft against her face as she looked up at him, his large, pale member set against the skin of her sweet elfin face, the tip brushing her bangs.

"But you need not offer me anything for this, my Lord. I will always do this for you, you have but to ask."

With that, her dainty, sweet mouth opened and she licked him from base to tip, and she bent her head to suckle on his blunt weapon, as if he was a sweet and she craved the cream inside.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Seduction is in your blood, I've tasted it, I've known it. How else can you explain the way you bring my husk of a shell back to life with but a touch? I have been dead for longer than you know, inside and out, but you bring me back to life in ways I never knew were possible." He let out a shuddering gasp as Isopel enveloped the shaft of his cock in her soft, petite hand.

"It seems... Ah! You have this situation well in hand, my little bon bon, filled with the sweet cream of my love still." He sighed, watching her as she slunk down on her knees at the side of the bed. "You look hungry, my love, would you like me feed you? Lead an entire nation across your tongue? Fill your mouth with an entire army? I could paint your face white, like some geisha girl..." He reached down and placed one hand atop her head, transfixed by her eyes.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel loved how her vampiric lover became more eloquent as their love play progressed, and if she were to be asked, his care and attention were a balm for all the years of neglect from her father and brothers. He did not need to seek justice for her when his ardor was all she needed to forget her childhood years.

Also, she loved being called his little Bon Bon.

“I heard about geisha girls from the elders. But I’m thinking I’d like all your cream inside me, my Lord. You can choose where it goes.” She said just as she suckled the tip of his cock, her lips enveloping the crown and her tongue lashing the underside.

Her saliva began to drip along his shaft as she had to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She breathed through her nose, as he took up too much space in her mouth for her to breathe, and her jaw tired easily. It was her first time to please a man in such a way. She came up for air

“My Lord, you must guide me on how to please you.” She said, and took his hand and put it o the back of her head, then took another breath before taking his member back into her mouth, and moaning as she took him as far as she could.

 

[Ravenloft]

What Isopel lacked in experience, she more than made up for with natural talents, appearing to know just what to do to drive Lord Strahd wild. When he called her his little bon bon it was almost like wave of lust washed over her, she seemed charged with a sort of energy he had not seen from her before.

Still innocent and shy, but her need to please him was undeniable. "You know just what to say, my little bon bon." He used the new pet name again, enjoying the effect it had on her. "I would not wish to waste a drop of my cream upon the cold earth when it belongs in you, only in you." It was almost an oath, or a pledge, that he would always give his cum to her and her alone. "Will you drink of my body then? What effect will it have upon you, I wonder? To swallow my seed?" She had proven her powers before, it would be interesting to see what she could do with a mouth full of life giving cum at her disposal.

He noticed her discomfort and sighed, thinking she was about to give up, but was doubly surprised when she put his hand on the back of her head and asked for guidance. It had stunned him, her driving need to be controlled like this. "Oooh..." he moaned, feeling her envelope him with her mouth, as deep as she could on her own. His hand clenched a hand full of her unbound hair as need took him over. He guided her down, careful to recognize any resistance, so that he could let up on her in the event she needed to breath. "If you gag, I will let you go..." he promised, struggling to keep tight control of himself and not thrust against her welcoming mouth.

 

[faerun_girl]

The more Lord Strahd called her sweet names, the more she felt exceedingly precious to him, and she felt both embarrassed and emboldened in her desire for him. She so wanted to please and love this man who would terrorize her family for slights that were years-old.

In his own way, he cared about her, and it may be problematic, but he did listen--eventually. She was sure she was just as stubborn as he was.

"May I have your cream, my Lord? I am so very hungry." she said sweetly to him, then let him push her head down onto his shaft, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She made sure to relax her throat as much as she could, and took a hold of his hips, then a deep breath again and made her lips meet the base of his member. She could only keep it there for a few seconds. Her head moved back, to a more comfortable length in her mouth.

She did not gag, but put her hand on top of his, to show that this was the extent of what she could take. Still, she could take all of him in her mouth for a few seconds and let him feel her throat on the tip.

It felt amazing to have his hand in her hair, and she did her best to please him with her mouth, hoping to finally get a taste of his seed.

Between her legs, her soft, pink channel leaked freely, preparing her to take him much later, but for now, she would enjoy having her lover in her mouth, and hearing him praise her.

 

[Ravenloft]

"My stores... hnnn... are yours, drink your fill!" Lord Strahd agreed with a nod of his head, his eyes dark and dangerous with the growing urge to unleash the writhing beast of lust that was caged within his breast. His fangs shown in the moon light which cast it's glow upon the scene playing out upon his, no, their bed. "Do not spill a drop, I like my bon bon full to bursting with sweet cream!"

It was thrilling to watch her going down, take his length in to fullest capacity that her mouth allowed. That she had never known any other man nor done anything like this before, yet knew how to relax astounded him. "How... unnnh!" He began, but his stunned question was lost to a deep moan of pleasure as the molten embrace of her throat consumed his last logical thought.

It was only for a moment and she had to draw back to breath, the puffs of her light breath wafting across the tip of his engorged kings scepter made him twitch taking her unspoken cue, he refrained from pushing her past what he knew she could take and together, they found the rhythm of the dance, until Lord Strahd felt the impending rise of his release.

"Oh, your wicked tongue!" Lord Strahd panted, pulling her mouth off of him. "I am nearly unhinged with lust!" He admitted, his eyes gleaming with the madness and vulnerability of a man at the edge. Wicked inspiration came over him. "Practice your alphabet upon my cock, my little bon bon, and you shall unleash a flood of my cream upon your devils tongue!" He commanded in a gutteral growl of need. Innocent and wicked, devilish and pure, Little Isopel was all of this and more!

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt every moan and groan from Strahd go straight to her core, making her tingle and ache between her legs. She wanted to climb into his lap and ride him, hear him whisper filthy things in her ear as she straddled his cool, naked body.

But tasting him was much more important.

So her mouth bobbed up and down his now-wet shaft, the tip hitting just the spot before she gagged, and once in a while she would take him all the way in after a deep breath. The hand in her hair felt good, and she wanted his cream down her throat.

When he told her to do that wicked thing that would make teaching her completely inappropriate now, she didn't hesitate. She looked up into his handsome face and let him pull her back, releasing the tip of his cock with a soft pop.

Then she darted her tongue out and began doing what he asked: tracing the letters she learned on his mushroom tip, going through her alphabet on her Lord's thick manhood.

 

[Ravenloft]

It wasn't until she lathed the head of his cock with a slow and sensual ess that Lord Strahd lost all control and began to cum. Thick gouts of pearly white cum geysered from his mushroom tip. "Don't waste a drop!" He groaned throwing his head back, his Adams apple bobbing up and as his body shuddered with orgasmic bliss.

Most of his seed pooled on her tongue, but at least one spurt escaped and splayed down along her chin, a thick, creamy glob of rich, hot seed. Even after he was spent of his seed, he continued to twitch and throb in her mouth, writhing in luxurious pleasure as she made sure she had drained him. "So like a succbus, stealing my soul with that wicked mouth of yours!" He gasped in Huff's of breath as reason and logic slowly returned to his head.

Sitting up, he saw the missed splatter of his seed painted across her chin and smirked. "You missed a bit..." He pointed out and sat up, catching the glob with the pad of his thumb and offering it to her to taste and swallow. "No one knows you're such a messy eater, do they. My stuffed little bon bon? Tell me, how does it feel? How does it taste? Have I satisfied your hunger or are you just as insatiable as that look in your eyes would suggest?"