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

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt is cock twitch and swell under her tongue, and she opened her mouth to take the ropes of seed that erupted from her lover's tip. Still, it was her first time pleasing a man like that, and she hoped she did it well. She opened her mouth to show him how much cum she had there, and then swallowed.

When he took the glob of his seed from her chin, she had her eyes on him when she sucked it off his fingers, making sure she got every drop, and showed that she loved it.

"I'm not stuffed yet, Lord Strahd." she sai coyly, "Still don't have your delicious warm cream where it matters."

"Does that make me insatiable? That I need something to plug me and my leak? Won't you help me, please? I'm aching, and you're the only one that can make it better."

Isopel rose up and straddled her lover's lap, spreading her legs as far as she could while her breasts were level with his face. "Please, my Lord, I would like some warm cream in my cunny." she whispered, her scent washing over him as she looked into his eyes and asked for him to fuck her.

 

[Ravenloft]

"very good my creamy little bon bon, you swallow my seed like a queen while devouring me with your lusty, dark eyes! I cannot remember when last I felt so desired for what I am as I do with you." He admired her in all her splendor as she claimed she wanted even more of his cream, where it could do it's work within her womb.

"You know the danger of what you ask? You might end up with child if you are not already. You have not yet agreed to become my bride and I have would not wish to spawn a bastard in you unless I can take you as my queen. Will you consent to becoming my wife?" He asked softly, pulling her by her ass onto his lap, the threat of his cock mere inches from her weeping heavens gate. "Say yes and you will know the bliss only I could give you! " He slipped a finger down along her pussy lips to feel just how drenched she was with need and found her pooling with juices.

Like she had collected his cum, he brought her offerings to his lips and tasted it. "You are so very fertile, I can taste it, if I filled you again, you would surely become pregnant!" The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of Isopel coming to be the mother of his child, a child he never dreamed could exist. "On second thought, I want you, regardless of your consent to be my queen! If your womb will take my seed, than so be it!" He pulled her down to take his cock within and thrust up until he felt the head of it strike against the tender mouth of her womb!

 

[faerun_girl]

For some reason, the thought of carrying Lord Strahd's child without being married to the man sent a flare of heat through Isopel--like having something forbidden inside her. She wanted to refuse, but she wanted him to continue even when she said he couldn't put a babe in her. What new contradiction did he know inspire in her?

She moaned softly as his finger slipped along her slit and he held her so close, the broadness of his shoulders concealing hard bands of muscle that made her mouth water at the thought of holding onto him. "But Lord Strahd, I am simply a vistani girl enamored with you. Surely, you could not want a child with me?" she whispered coyly in his ear before she faced him and licked herself off his fingers, looking into his eyes.

Then he told her he didn't care if she married him, and living in utter sin was acceptable, as long as she was filled with his seed, just before he seated himself fully inside her, to the hilt. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward, weakened by his sudden intrusion and filthy declaration.

"Lord Strahd!" she moaned, trembling as he held her impaled on him. His tip hit her tender cervix, and slipped against it, and she felt it all the way to her clit. It felt like he was claiming her whole body, and plundering her deepest parts.

He was grinding it, and pushing so hard, it took her breath away. She wanted more. Her body craved it.

"L--Lord Strahd..What are you doing...?" she managed to gasp out, her knees trembling as she slowly went insane on his lap, her honeyed skin contrasting sweetly with his pale complexion, her breasts heaving with her breaths. All she could focus on was the feeling of pressure against the door to her womb.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd saw the war of emotions being waged between Isopel's heart and mind in her eyes. It amused him some, because he was already sure of his own desire to make her pregnant. "You are far more than any simple Vistani girl, you inspire the dead back to life, you've seen it for yourself! If any woman is ripe to bear my children, it is you! You crave it to... Do not lie! Your body... It is ready, I can feel you opening up to me! If I just push... I could plunge directly into your precious womb! Where nothing could block my seed!"

With her weak and trembling in his arms, he laid her on her back and took her legs up over his shoulders, bearing down on her at an angle that allowed his cock to batter continuously at her tender cervix! Something peculiar was happening, he could feel himself sinking into her deeper than should be possible! It was like he was somehow penetrating into her womb, through her beaten and abused cervix!

"I'm putting my child in your precious womb! Weather you like it or not, my little bon bon! If it be a sin, than let us both be damned! There is no greater heaven I could be sent to than to be in your arms! My honey skinned goddess!" Lord Strahd ranted on as he drove his cock through the mouth of her womb, something unnatural and arcane pulsing through them, as their bodies became one.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel should be scared, afraid of what her father would say, what her brothers would do, what the vardo would do to her if she would return with a babe in her arms--but she felt the opposite. Was it because she wanted a child? Or was it because she wanted to fell her lover shoot his load deep inside her womb?

Each time he pushed into her cervix, she thought she would scream and fall apart. The stiff tip of his shaft battered her poor inner flesh, but it felt all themore delectable each time he continued, and she felt the door to her womb give way.

"Lord Strahd...you're going deeper..oh..." she whimpered as he continued to batter at her cervix, and she felt him push her down and spread her. He found an angle for leverage, and Isopel would never forget how deep he went inside her this time. The head of his cock undoubtedly pushed at her womb until finally, it gave.

His tip was inside. His tip was inside her womb and she couldn't speak.

The pressure was immense and she felt magic crackle between them, and she knew if he came inside her she would be bred by this vampire lord.

"Lord Strahd, you're inside...you're so deep...if you..if you cum there...I'll have your child." she reached up to him and mewled, feeling incredibly full.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd dreamed of the life he would have with Isopel if she stayed in Castle Ravenloft, dreamed of the children she would bear him and it thrilled him! If he was death, she was life and they formed a perfect circle, there was nothing the dark powers could do now to take her away from him, he thought. She was his, finally and after tonight, he would watch her belly for the signs of this miraculous conception!

There was no explanation for how it was that he was pounding his way into Isopel's very womb! He didn't stop to question it though, his only concern was Isopel's body beneath him and rendering her fecund with new life! "I feel your womb giving way!" He gasped in reply, acknowledging the depth and power with which he was mating little Isopel. Her whimpers of pleasure as she could do nothing but receive him were like music to is ears.

the sensation of sliding through her cervix and feeling the head of his cock penetrate fully into her womb sent a flood of potent seed up the throbbing shaft of his cock and thick, hot spurts began painting the walls of Isopel's unguarded uterus! Neither of them could speak, lord Strahd could only look into Isopel's eyes as he bred her, fully and completely. No words could express how perfect it felt, making her pregnant, with his children! He pressed his hands against her abdomen while he was filling her womb so she could feel it sloshing, full of his seed. "Sune bless us with this gift of life! Isopel, your womb is now my progenies one and only home! Your body be blessed and held above all other women!" Lord Strahd ranted madly, a litany of lustful thoughts.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel had never felt more exposed and indecent when Lord Strahd put her legs over his shoulders, his weight bearing down on her hips as he pounded and pressed into her pliant body. Her cervix had given way and he was able to slide the mushroom head of his cock in her deepest part, and ensure that his seed reached her.

"Lord...Lord Strahd...Don't stop please..." she moaned as he invaded her womb again and again, a strange magic making her body softer and more accommodating to his breeding.

When she felt his cock swell and twitch inside her, she gasped, staring into his eyes as she felt the hot cream paint her insides. His hand rubbed her stomach and it felt unbearably sweet, even as the pressure of his palm increased the sensation of his tip going past her cervix. He was so big! And he just came inside her again, hoping to conceive a child.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd quite enjoyed how raw and exposed Isopel looked, pinned beneath him as he mated her roughly. Her body was so supple and pliant under his rough and lustful treatment. What she saw as being exposed and indecent was a thing of beauty to him. The impossible depth with which he'd fucked her slowly sunk in and he stared into her eyes as she begged him to breed her. How was this possible? The tip of his cock penetrate her womb and was trapped there. He could not withdraw, even if he wanted to, something, some force was making them one, ensuring sweet little Isopel would conceive.

"How does it feel, my creamy little bon bon? To be so full of my lordly seed? Here, feel how your belly swims with it!" He took her hands and pressed them against her belly as he let her legs encircle his waist. "Press here and you can even feel how you've trapped my cock inside your womb!" He thrust and she could feel the thick tip of his cock nudge against her palm from inside her belly. "Eventually it will be our child, kicking, making your belly swell. Even then, I intend to fill you with my seed. How does it make you feel to know what I have in store for you? Breeding you, making you my compliant little cum slut? I promise you will want for nothing as long you are mine"!"

 

[faerun_girl]

"Lord Strahd...you're so deep.." she plead softly, her voice breathless as she felt his warm cream paint her insides white with his seed, and she arched up to encourage him to move more inside her, even if her sweet cunny had already sucked him in--literally.

His cold hand pressed her own onto her abdomen, and she did feel the massive tip of his cock inside her, and sent a wave of indescribable pleasure over her. She forgot everything else except how she and her vampire lover were on his bed, and connected in the deepest way.

"Lord Strahd...You're so deep...I can feel you inside." she moaned, completely in his thrall, his larger, pale body covering hers. She took his hand from her stomach and began to suck on his fingers as he embedded himself as far as he could into her, looking up into his eyes hungrily as she licked and sucked his digits as if it were his cock a while ago, when she was on her knees.

"Please..please fuck me again, my Lord. I want to cum on your cock please." she implored, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck as she reached up to kiss his mouth, nipping herself on his fang to show him her bloody lip.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Wicked girl, binding me in swaths of pliant flesh, driving me mad with lust!" Lord Strahd growled as he felt Isopel arch into him, she was like liquid heat, branding his very soul and begging for more! "Trapped inside your womb, there is no greater heaven than this!" He vowed but he was wrong as he would soon find out. While she suckled on his fingers, pleading for more, her hungry eyes daring him to fuck her orgasm, Lord Strahd fucked her on and on, driving her toward her ultimate end.

He could only pull back to the tip of his cock, sealed inside her womb by the grip of her cervix, like a second, vaginal canal, her body stroked and fluttered along his steely hard cock. The breeding fulfilled, he released Isopel's legs from his shoulders so he could press against her warm flesh more fully and receive her sweetly offered kiss, the time for burtality was over and he only wanted the gentle waves of pleasure her pussy was washing over him with! She had cut her lip on his fangs as she kissed him and the little taste of blood on her lips made him surge with life and heat, what a blessing she was! Giving him warmth in this act of love, so he could be with her as a man, not the cold dead thing he had suffered as for so long!

Of course, he could not resist suckling at the small wound on her lip, enjoying the blood kiss just as much as the binding union of his flesh on and in hers. Her body milked his entire length and he felt her creating, drawing a gasp from his lips as he clung to her. "I feel you, Isopel! You're about to explore! It's okay, let go, I will hold you while you shatter!" He promised, lifting her up in his arms and working her body up and down his throbbing shaft, eager to see her moment of release, feel how she would melt and break for him as she came.

 

[faerun_girl]

The small vistani girl in the vampire's embrace reveled in her lover's brutality and his affection. Where he had bred her moments ago, he released her legs to fall to his sides so he could hold her closer. Isopel reached up to hold Strahd close to her, and she felt her pelvis begin to melt again, the pleasure spilling over the cup of her desire.

"Lord Strahd...it's too much...please hold me.." she pleaded with him, as she felt the pleasure spread and spread, her insides fluttering once again around him as his cock lay buried in her womb.

When the vampire lord pulled her up and began to lift her up and down on his shaft, she knew she was lost, as that intensified the sensations even more, her breath stolen by the pleasure as her lover bred her and now demanded she come apart in his arms.

It took just three strokes of Strahd's rod inside her tight, soft sheath for her to reach her peak and cry out his name into the warmth of his bedchamber. Her whole body trembled in the aftermath of their lovemaking, so much more intense than usual.

She slumped onto him, their naked bodies as close as could be for the first time. What magic connected them seem to have waned, and the vampire lord was able to pull out of her sweet cunny and lay her down next to him on his wide bed.

Isopel knew she would have to deal with her family, which now included her mother, sooner or later. But for the moment, she would enjoy being with her lover, who seemed to give her the attention and affection she had craved all her life--even if that included imprisoning her male relatives and summoning her mother's ghost.

"Will you go with me to speak with my mother tomorrow?" she asked him, quietly, even as her hand descended to her stomach to feel his warm cream inside her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Filled with tenderness and desire, Lord Strahd noticed just how slight Isopel was compared to him, such a small creature really. But he knew better, she was far from fragile, she would bend before she broke and it thrilled him greatly to feel her melt in his arms as he fucked her on and on. "Oh my pretty little bon bon, I've got you, you're free to fall apart, melt, shatter, I will always put you back together!" He promised her in a husky groan, the flutters of her impending orgasm stroking him driving him wild.

Their eyes met as he pulled her up in his lap and he dared her silently not to look away, to ride this through to the end, to share in the delicious torment of what he was doing to her tiny little body! Only three thrusts was all it took to tear his name from her lips and send her over the edge and into sweet oblivion!

In the tender silence that followed, he lay with her a while, fondling her slightly curving belly, satisfied by his breeding of her. Her hand out upon his over her belly and she asked him to join her for the confrontation with the ghost of her mother. "Certainly, I would never make you go through such an ordeal alone when I have the power to stand by your side, you had no need to even ask, my pet." He sat up on his elbow and looked deep into her eyes.

"what will you say? What will you do? I wonder... Whatever you decide, I will be there to back you up. But I warn you, if your father baits me again, I may not be able to control myself... I think I know of a way we could punish him for his cruelty without causing him harm. Perhaps if I show him all the things I can do to you and how much you enjoy them... Locked in his cage, unable to stop me... Would that be a suitable punishment? Seeing how I please you? Showing him he can no longer make your life miserable?"

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel had become familiar with Lord Strahd's tendency to think along lines of depravity and violence, since he was a very old vampire lord. Still, if she could curb some of that, she would not mind. She didn't like his perpetual scowl, even if she did like kissing it away especially in his bed.

She frowned a bit at his suggestion, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. He could be so bloodthirsty sometimes! And to think she didn't deny him his drink if he asked. Sometimes, he didn't even need to.

"Lord Strahd, if the man doesn't think I'm his daughter, then your suggestion would be nothing but confirming my identity in his mind! I do not put stock in his opinion of me, but my mother's ghost and brothers are still there." she pouted at him, and slapped his arm, which had about enough give as a pillar of solid marble.

"I would like this part of me to be something only you would see. Well, for at least for our year and a day." she smiled up at him and stretched luxuriously, her lover's potent seed swirling in her womb as they spoke.

"But for what to do, I suppose we could simply ask my father. My mother has been to see them, and I do not know a better way for him to change. If he wishes to leave, then we must let him go. He is a grown man and if he wishes to fight the townspeople, and if my brothers want to join him, then that is their decision. But if they stay here, is it all right if they work for their keep? And that they at least don't sleep in the dungeons.

"Would that be all right, my Lord? Would you do that for me?" she turned over, lying on her stomach, nestling closer to the vampire lord's chest.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Point taken, it vexes me greatly to hear the way that man speaks of you though. I will not allow it to continue, no one would dare say another unkind word about you in my presence again for fear of my wrath! How would it appear to others if I just let the man go? Unpunished for profaning you in front of me? I would appear weak! I..." Lord Strahd abruptly stoped his impending rant before it could go any further. His fist was clenched tight and he let out a slow breath to release the sudden flash of anger in his heart, preferring to focus on Isopel instead of hate.

"If it means so much to you then I will keep our daliances in private, but I am proud of our union and would prefer to flaunt it for all to see,so they know you have my favor and that you belong to me. Does that not thrill in the least? To 'lead me about by my cock' as your father would say?" He kissed Isopel's brow and drew her into his chest. "You say that as if you intend to leave once your obligation to me is over... Do you not want to be here with me? If that is the case, I will release you from the agreement this very instant. The only bond I demand of you is one that you must willingly give me, or it means nothing. I can take whatever I want except your heart, that you must give me." Lord Strahd sighed, holding her, loving her, deep down inside, fearing he would lose her again.

"You may be right, letting him go would be the cruelest thing for me to do, the man is just as tormented as i and he will be constantly hunted if he dares to stay in Barovia... I will release him and your brothers. They were reasonable, I would offer them a station here in Castle Ravenloft if they choose to stay. They can bunk in the castle barracks."

Lord Strahd cracked a little smile as Isopel nestled into his chest, asking for his favor so sweetly. She must know he would not deny her a thing by now.

 

[faerun_girl]

She understood that her request would make him appear weak, but she didn't think it could be countenanced that her father was imprisoned in the dungeon of the castle of the Lord she slept with every night.

All in all, she had only slept in her actual room for two nights--and since then she had been warming Lord Strahd's bed.

She let her hand curl over his fist to soothe him, looking up at him. "All that's important to me is that you know I am not like what he says. Only your opinion of me matters, my Lord."

Isopel once again felt the chilly bulk of the vampire's embrace, as he drew her smaller, naked body to his, the sweetness of their earlier lovemaking still permeating the air between them. She frowned, hearing him say she would keep him a secret. As if that was even possible--but it was farthest from the truth.

"Do I lead you, my Lord? I was under the impression that I was the one under your spell." she murmured and kissed his sternum, his closeness to her incredibly comforting. "Then I am free to stay or to leave as I will?"

Isopel felt the sudden thrill of a freedom long-denied. But it wasn't Strahd who had denied her, but her family and her life in the vardo. Uneducated and neglected, she knew her chances for survival were too difficult if she left. But now, with Lord Strahd teaching her letters, she felt hope bloom in her chest.

"Thank you for agreeing, my Lord. You truly spoil me, and undeservedly so." she inhaled his scent, the magic tickling her own, as blooming vines had begun to wrap around the bedposts, a sign that she was flourishing, loved partner in his bed. Nothing probably felt more safe for Isopel than to be in Lord Strahd's arms.

"You could always come with me, my Lord. I would take you wherever I went. We need not stay here. We could go anywhere. Together." she said softly, her slender arms coming to wrap around his neck.

 

[Ravenloft]

Lord Strahd looked at Isopel's tiny hand as she did her best to sooth him, her voice was soft and sweet as she looked up at him. "You are my world, Isopel, I love you. I will not allow anyone to treat you with disrespect, for in my heart, you are my Queen. And like myself, that demands respect."

"I don't need magic to bind you, our love is a dance and I would see where it takes us. You are free to chose but I intend to make staying far too enticing for you to ever give up, my sweet little bon bon." He kissed the top of her head again as they cuddled, post coital.

"I..." Lord Strahd began, trailing off when he noticed the living vines creeping up his four post bed. "Look, there is the manifestation of your power and beauty! How magnificent you are, bringing such life where only death holds sway. You make me feel truly alive! I would follow you to the moons if I could... But... I am forever trapped... Here... In this land... Barovia is my prison, I cannot escape it, I have tried... If you leave this land, I will not be able to follow you there..." Short of listing his litany of sins, this admission was the hardest thing he could ever imagine doing.

 

[faerun_girl]

"Lord Strahd, I didn't ask to be your Queen!" she giggled softly against his chest, delighted in him telling her how much he cared for her. A simple vistani girl could get used to all the wonderful praise and care lavished on her if she wasn't careful. "I just asked to be special to you."

The night had bled to the wee morning hours, and the two were still teasing, talking, and Isopel would not have it any other way. The vines on the bedposts flourished and bloomed, as if she was changing Castle Ravenloft by simply accepting Lord Strahd's affection wholeheartedly.

When she heard that something was holding her lover in this place, a lot of different things she was sensing in the periphery of the castle fell into place. The disrepair, the screams, and even the ambiance of the place all lent towards a prison. Removing herself from this place in her mind, she could even see that the man who held her was even less free than the father who called her a whore's child in the dungeons. At least Merryweather knew who his jailer was.

"But how, my Lord? We must find a way to free you! If you won't countenance any disrespect to me, I will not have you bound against your will!" she looked around the room then, somehow imagining an invisible presence that oppressed the powerful vampire lord.

And yet, her own unknown powers grew here, as if it was creeping and encroaching on the bars of Strahd's prison. Would she be strong enough to pry them open with her own hands? There was only one way to find out--and she intended to do just that.

"Let us investigate together, my Lord. I will be by your side if you wish to break free of this enchantment. I will help you. I swear it." she reached up touch his cheek, looking him in the eyes as she uttered her vow.

Tonight, she hoped he would hold her, and tomorrow, she would face her family and whatever kept her lover trapped in his own power.

 

[Ravenloft]

"You would be a wife to me, a Queen to my subjects, making you the most special woman in all of Barovia. How could you not want that? The power. The respect? This is not an honor I would ever bestow on just anyone. It is important to me and I shall leave it at that, until you can give me an answer." Lord Strahd was calm, but there was an edge to his words. They spoke of a man who had never truly known love and was far too used to bending others to his will.

"The dark powers, they have no name, no face, but many, for all my power, whatever they are, they are an order of magnitude above me. Nothing I can do will free me of this curse. Just as I will never feel the warmth of the sun, I have consigned myself to my fate. It is easier to accept my prison if I don't struggle against it. Having hope only torments me, and I can only assume that is exactly what the dark powers want of me, my eternal torment for the 'evil' I have done..." The way he said evil it was clear he saw his actions differently than he assumed his jailers did.

"It is pointless to try, I have already discovered that gaining my freedom is beyond my power, even if I could find and break the four fanes to my will, there is no one with the blessings of the gods foolish enough to anoint me as the master of such places." Lord Strahd yawned and held Isopel tigher. "But if it would satisfy your desire to help me, I will provide you with all I have discovered. You will see I am lost." He didn't sound the least bit upset though, not while she was in his arms.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel took Strahd's face in her hands, after listneing to him express the despair of his situation, she realized how deeply he hated where he was (even if he was with her) and that these dark powers keeping him here were more than he spoke of. Possibly even more than even he knew. While Strahd was indeed powerful, he lacked the freeing irreverence that Isopel felt about everything.

"You are not lost, my Lord, because I am here, and I have found you."

He acted like these dark powers were what held his world together. While that could be true for him, it wasn't for her. She wasn't content to be tied down to a place, and was not content that the man she cared very much for, and was possibly in love with could not go where she wanted to go. While it was all right for her if Strahd wanted to stay in Castle Ravenloft, she wanted him to have the choice of leaving if he ever wished, if he wanted to, for however short or long he desired--and that there would be the castle waiting for him when he got back.

"Tell me all you know, when you wish. I have sworn to be with you a year and a day--and would swear more if you were free. I want to stay with you, my Lord, but I also want to explore the world with you and tell everyone that you are special to me.

"We can only do that if you are free, and I am but a poor vistani girl. It is all I can offer in exchange of your gifts, your knowledge, and even this queen business you want to give me. Would you accept it enough to try?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Isopel's soft touch brought him out of his morose despair. "I... am not... Your love, it sets me free, I feel that. Even here, in this purgatory I dwell in, your influence is undeniable. Just look at the changes your presence has wrought already." He pointed to the four posts holding the canopy covering them, showing her the greenery she had inspired to grow along them. Ivy... living and strong, in this place hat has only known death for so, so long..." He was good at dealing death, his father had trained him well.

"I would not know what to do if my world expanded beyond the boundaries of Barovia... But with you by much side, I think... yes, I would follow you anywhere. Perhaps there is hope after all... I will do more than tell yoh, I will show you all I have discovered. A year with you is not enough, I want an eternity in your arms. To do that, we will have to venture into danger. I will it put you through, unless you learn some self defense, some sword play to keep you alive, would you accept that?" He countered, knowing how she deplored violence.

 

[faerun_girl]

She felt him getting melancholy. And she thought at first she was dramatic. His morose speech tugged at her heartstrings and she pulled him down with her to lie back down on his large bed. There was enough sadness for that day, and it was time to rest for both of them. On the morrow, she would speak with the spirit of her mother and see how it affected her brothers and father.

She would ask her mother about her mysterious birth.

She did decide to tease her vampire lover a bit, though, since she thought the idea of her wielding a sword was ridiculous. Did he see her arms? She was better suited to a dagger or a bow--and not a blade that size. "But I thought you were the scariest monster in all Barovia, my Lord?" she kissed his cheek sweetly and pulled him down, slinging his arm over her as she made herself the little spoon and him the big spoon.

That is, if the vampire lord allowed spoons at all.

"Very well, my love, I will heft a blade in my hand for you if it would make you feel better." she yawned, pulling the covers up over them, already half asleep. Her short dark hair fanned over his arm, and her small body fit sweetly into his. "Although don't blame me if I cut you with my clumsiness or if I'm so poor at it you get mad! I shan't speak to you for a week if you get mad in the middle of teaching me!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Laying with the petite little Vistani girl cuddled at his side, Lord Strahd felt at peace for the first time in five hundred years. He looked down at her as she made her snarky comment, smirking a little, showing his fangs. His mock fearsomeness garnered him a soft kiss on the cheek and he chuckled silently as she spooned with him.

"It will." He assured her, slipping a hand posessively over her belly, wondering what sort of child he'd put in her. A boy? A girl? Living or undead? None of this should be possible, but he knew he had impregnated her this night, somehow, he just knew.

It was for that very reason that he had to train her how to defend herself. He could not afford to lose her and he had no intention of turning her while she was pregnant. Perhaps he would offer her eternity after the baby came though...

"I will be patient with you, I swear it. And if you somehow score a strike upon me, I would not get angry, then you will know you have learned well enough to defend yourself, which is exactly what I want for you. Combat is a form of dance, you know, I think you will do just fine, you've but to learn to add the weight of a blade to your form of dance, my beautiful dancing girl... It is merely a matter of balance and timing." He instructed. "But for now, let us rest. You will need all of your strength for the morrow."

Lord Strahd lay with Isopel all through the rest of the night, drifting in and out of awareness, but never truly sleeping himself. When the morning came, he had Jander draw Isopel a warm bath and busied himself with writing out seven royal decrees to free her brothers of any wrong doing. He would offer to let them stay, if they wished, or go, share their foolish father's fate.

Meeting Isopel in the hall to the dungeon, he fortified himself with a kiss and pushed own the thick oaken doors leading to the cells. Jander announced his presence and played a fanfare as he came to the bars. He counted the men, just to be sure the ghost of Isopel's mother had not claimed a few of them out of rage...they were all accounted for, but looked as though they had been put through quite the emotional ordeal.

What had the ghost done, he wondered, but shrugged it off, presenting his official decree to absolve the brothers of the crime of hunting the royal woods, saying. "You were all merely misled by your father's folly. I give you each my full pardon. I would offer to let you stay here in Castle Ravenloft with a modest stipend if you would agree to using your skills to bring the castle out of this state of disrepair... Or, you are free to follow your father out, I am sure he could use the protection from the Barovian people for his crimes." He left it at that and snapped his fingers for Jander to release them, handing each brother a scroll of pardon.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel marveled at how a fearsome vampire lord like Strahd Von Zarovitch could be as thoughtful and considerate as he was, remembering to order a bath for her when she left his bedchamber. No one had ever cared whether she had taken a bath other than herself, and yet here was a man solitary for centuries and he knew what a woman would have liked the moment she woke up.

Her eyes narrowed a bit at that.

Still, she greatly appreciated how attentive he was to her, and felt better about facing her family that morning. By the time she arrived at the dungeons in her travel garb (she only owned two), she found her brothers lining the cells and asking her lover to allow their father to remain in his cell and that they would be responsible for him in light of his catatonia.

Wait...Catatonia?

Isopel rushed past them to look through the bars of her father's cell. There, the shining ghost of her mother floated before him, and her father was seated on the floor, head hanging low. The spell on the room was still in place, so she could not hear what they were talking about. But it seemed her father had lost his fight.

It warmed her heart to see that Lord Strahd had arranged everything before she had even gone down from her bath. Her heart ached to think that such a man had spent his time alone for centuries. He was so capable and dependable.

She looked to him, her features worried, and walked up to him, laying her hand on his chest and nodded, after hearing what her brothers asked him.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Very well, he us to stay in his cell, only until he comes back to his senses, then he is to be sent away, to whatever fate sees fit to do with him." He lifted his chin and looked away from the boys, ignoring their pleas for clemency. There was nothing in his heart for the man who treated his love like refuse. He looked to the ghost of her mother and motioned for her to come forth. "Now that you have satisfied your more pressing need, I suggest you show your daughter some much needed attention..." he said in a terse voice, even as he held Isopel to his breast. "I am curious though... what did you do to this... man... to leave him in such a pitiable state?" His shifted his eyes upon the old man with a mixture of pity and contempt.

"As for you, my love, I have plans... meet me in the library when you are done with your long overdue reunion here and we will continue your tutelage in the written word... then we will begin your training with the sword." He would be invisible when she arrived in the library and instruct her in the finer points of linguistics.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel had so much to tell Lord Strahd about what she and her mother had spoken of. If what her mother's ghost had said was as she remembered it (you could never tell with ghosts, they aren't compelled to speak the truth), then there may be more going on underneath the surface in Barovia than her own lover knew.

And that meant there was a bigger chance that he could be freed from his curse.

She had to stop herself from flying up the stairs to the library, where she knew the vampire lord was waiting for her for her lesson as he said. Maybe it should wait. This revelation from her mother was too big.

"Lord Strahd, Lord Strahd!" she was calling out even in the corridors. That was only when she realized that she had not seen her lover for the whole day, and felt guilty about ignoring him for some time. But it wasn't everyday that you were able to talk to your dead mother.

She turned sharply into the library, finding the place well-lit despite the evening gloom, with her lover nowhere to be seen. She had expected him to be waiting for her since he was the one who set the time for their lesson, but she did not see him anywhere.

Instead, on the desk where he usually instructed her in her letters was a new book open, and she examined it. It seemed that she could already read a lot of the smaller words, but would need help to decipher the more complex ones. Deciding to get started on the lesson for that evening, she climbed into Lord Strahd's chair that he insisted she take whenever they had their lessons while he either stood behind her or sat next to her.

It was surprisingly sweet and intimate. Once again, she marveled at how such a man had lived alone, when he seemed so considerate of others--and thought of her sweetly.