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

[Ravenloft]

When Isopel called out his name, Lord Strahd felt his body spring to life in response to her soft, yet excited voice. Her effect upon him was undeniable now and the feel of living flesh and warm pulsing blood rushing through his veins wax exhilarating to his long dead frame.


He restrained himself, not wishing to reveal his seductive surprise for her just yet. He waited for her to settle into her lesson, so smart and sweet, as she read aloud in the seemingly empty room. She was irresistible, so fetching, nestled in his chair, two sizes too big for her slight frame, making her seem little more than a child. But he knew better, she was a woman, through and through, and he took great pleasure in knowing what was to come.

After she'd read a paragraph or two, he slid between her legs, whisper quiet, and softly as a breeze, gently coaxing her to part her knees so that he could kiss her inner thighs. His intention was to pleasure her while she continued to read, without a word or giving her Amy indication it was he who was touching her. Would she panic and try to pull away? Or did she know his touch well enough to guess that it was merely her lover at play? Putting her to the test with his wicked games...

He was rewarded with a startled gasp and her feeble attempt to draw her legs closed, but he prevented her from closing them and pushed his way between them even further, until his breath played against her sex. Her scent was intoxicating, and he could not help but sigh with hunger, a sound that was all too familiar to her... he had tipped his hand, and knew she knew it was him, as her thighs relaxed and melted open for him once more to explore, her tender lips.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel was struggling with a few passages when she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand in the cold of the room. A phantom pressure asserted itself on the fleshy part of her thighs as she sat in Lord Strahd's large chair, and her immediate reaction was to close her thighs.

"What..?!" she gasped out, but something held her thighs in place, and she couldn't close them. She had set the book down and began to struggle in the chair, her small hands trying to find somewhere to hold onto.

Then she felt the pressure under her skirt and on her bare mound--and just before she would scream for her vampire lord, her heart pounding, she heard that dignified but indulgent sigh from between her legs.

What in the all the realms...?

She knew that sigh anywhere, and it was clear that while the space between her thighs was unoccupied, her dark lord was there, and he was playing a game. She felt the familiar breath on her sweet cunny lips, and she smiled to herself and relaxed her thighs.

Settling in, the pressure on her thighs now welcome in the cold of the library, she picked up the easier of the copy books her teacher and lover had left on the table, and began to read better, the words coming faster. If she knew how to control the vines that crept around the palace, she could play his game and make them wrap around him, tying him to his place (although she knew he could break away from them easily).

"I wonder what's taking Lord Strahd so long? I miss him so..." she mused out loud, knowing that her vampire was between her legs, moistening her pussy for another round of sweet play.

 

[Ravenloft]

Silent laughter and the heat of Lord Strahd's breath caressed Isopel's exposed sex. "Continue your lesson, little one..." he whispered, grazing an invisible finger through the tender cleft between her legs. "And I shall reward you with a pleasurable kiss for each sentence you complete..." to prove the validity of his offer, he pressed his tongue to her entrance, coaxing a fluttery breath of excitement from her lips. "Mmm... you taste sweet, like marzipan, my cream filled little bon bon." Lord Strahd mused as he licked her with long, slow swathes of his hot tongue.

"I don't hear you reading my pet..." he warned her, drawing back to breath in the scent of her sex. "Show me how much you have learned in just one lesson." He was truly proud of her progress in such a short time. Slick with the touch of his tongue and the warmth of her own Juices, lord Strahd waited for her to start reading again once more before sliding one long, slender finger deep into her pussy, making her gasp. "Continue..." he urged as he finger ed her long, slow and deep.

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt a little thrill of pleasure every time he called her his little bon bon, and the pleasant heaviness of her limbs reached the tips of her fingers and toes. She was trying to center herself, but it was difficult, and even moreso when her vampire lover slid one of his thick fingers in her tiny sex, and the feeling of fullness making her head go blank for just a moment.

"Lord Strahd..." she began, ready to just forget the book, but his stern voice and commands made her blush, and despite having her lover's face between her bare thighs and playing with her sweet sex, she complied.

"Death is mad about you...Ahh...My Lord...Death loves you, do you love me too? Ohh...Please...I.. I am not needy but I enjoy intimacy, especially with you, darling..." she had to trail off, as she felt the pressure of her lover's tongue on her pulsing clit, and her tight cunny finally had something to squeeze, his finger hooking and exploring her softest parts.

She continued to read, and was rewarded with a lick or a press from the vampire's expert mouth for each sentence she read. But it was getting increasingly difficult to read. She could do it in her mind, but out loud was a different matter all together. For some reason, he knew exactly which part to touch her, so that she would have trouble deciphering the words, and she'd have to stop.

"I'll whisk you away to my...Ahh!....wormy bed and we'll lay in each others arm!....or at least so long as you have arms....My Lord..." she whimpered, and continued to read until she felt the throbbing in her groin intensify with each lick and touch, and she was cumming on the chair, her thighs trembling and her hands tangled with his hair.

Her juices gushed from her soft slit, and she had to lay back on the chair as her orgasm rocked through her, the book forgotten on the desk.

 

[Ravenloft]

The old poetry Lord Strahd had put out for Isopel to read while he kept her distracted was one of his favorites. It was such an intimate portrait of deaths passion, and hearing it in his lovers sweet, pleasure strained voice brought a new dimension to the words. Her dedication impressed him,, he was sure she would give in after the first sentence and beg him to fuck her, but she continued to struggle valiantly through the seductive words even as he began to finger her. He felt her squeeze tightly around his finger as he felt tiny tremors in her clit, trapped between his lips.

It wasn't long before Strahd made Isopel cum, spilling her sweet juices upon the seat of his favorite chair! He quite enjoyed just how quickly her body responded to his molestations and rose with a self satisfied chuckle, licking his lips. He remained invisible, but he was still very real to all the other senses, smell, sound, taste and touch.

While the poor, sweet Isopel remained boneless and spent in his Chair, Strahd continue his wicked play. There was a rustle of silk cloth as he moved up between her legs and placed his cock at her overly sensitive entrance. The book and had abandoned in the throes of ecstasy seemingly floated up off the desk as he took it in his invisible hands pick up where she had left off.

"I am death and when I love, it is forever, and why shouldn't you love me back? I know that sometimes, you fantasize about me. You lay in bed and wonder when I will come to you and what I will look like, when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire, a skeleton, or a ghost?" He pushed slowly inside of her as he read to her, his voice liquid silk and seduction. The slow thrusts of his thick, yet invisible cock were overwhelming to the terribly sensitive cunny he was claiming for his own.

"You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you. 'There, there.' I say, kissing your tears away. 'I'll make those awful things go away. Life won't be a burden to you anymore, I promise.' Pull back the curtain to reveal a wonderful new world. A party, a riot, a ball, it's the costumed affair, mardi gras, Halloween festival, day of the dead. It's enormous fun to prance around in the arm of inevitable doom. Life is short, seize the day, go ahead, darling, slip me on. Pretend you're me, see the world through my sockets." Eventually, even Lord Strahd began to falter and succumb to the rich pleasure of their love making. She was a pretty, mewling mess, her hair loose and wild as he took her completely in his arms, lifting her off the seat.

To an outside observer, it would have appeared as though she were levitating, limp and making such sounds of distress, like some poor posessed creature. Lord Strahd fucked her deeply, trying to recreate the potent beauty that had taken them over last night. Trying to enter her womb again, but the head of his cock only assailed the tender flesh if her beaten and sore cervix this time. Still, it was enough to bring him off. Within moments, he released his seed, splashing her cervix with a creamy white stream of it. It was ritual now, his daily prayer, seeding his bon bon.

Another pleased chuckle tell from his lips as he released her and the spell keeping him unseen. He smiled as he stroked her from cheek to belly, a look of adoration in his eyes. "Did you enjoy your reading lesson, my sweet little bon bon?" He asked with a soft laugh, seeing her cheeks flare with redness. "You look ravished... It is beautiful, I love you like this!"

 

[faerun_girl]

Isopel felt wrung out by the pleasure of her vampire lover's mouth, and was amazed at how good he was at devouring her sex while at the same time being careful not to graze the softest part of her body with his fangs. Her small body trembled on his chair, her fringe and front part of her hair sweating even in the cold, the strands stuck to her sweat-covered face.

She thought that she would never read that very book without remembering this little "lesson."

"My Lord...?" she whimpered softly, her mother's words now dust in the wind as her lover took complete hold of her senses. Even if she couldn't see him, knowing he was there somehow invisible still kept all her attention on him, and it was such a ingenious little encounter--she was effectively blindfolded but only to his image.

Then the book floated, and just as she was about to ask what was going on, she felt a familiar hot thickness prod at her core, and the familiar but huge rod impale her still-trembling body. She screamed, and her body was lifted slightly to accommodate his shaft, the tip pressing high against her abdomen from the inside, her stomach skin bulging in the shape of his tip slightly because his magic lifted her up.

His deep, masculine voice filled her ears, sounding so calm and collected even if his cock throbbed in her like never before, and her cunny gobbled him up greedily, sucking him into her young, sweet body.

"Lord Strahd...ohh!" she moaned, as he read to her sweetly. She found the whole experience oddly romantic but completely violating, as she could not even see him and an invisible force made her slit gape open to reveal the wet, inner pink flesh.

It wasn't long before she was lifted off the chair, her tiny body seemingly clinging to nothing but inside, she felt the tip of his thick cock hammering against the door to her womb, making the soft flesh bruise and swell from the intense pressure and battering. He didn't slip in as deep as last night, but the promise of how deep he could go if he wanted to kept her on edge.

Soon enough, she came with a sharp cry, not caring who heard as the vines crept up the castle now, reaching into places where even sunlight never fell, and long-dead shuffling would pause momentarily at the bit of green.

Isopel called out his name in a drugged litany of pleasure, as her arms found the familiar width of his shoulders, feeling him chase his own pleasure as he held her--until he fell apart with a growl, but was still unseen. She felt his several spurts of cream inside her pussy, painting her insides white with his seed that raced into her womb, perhaps impregnating her with his child.

Isopel watched her lover appear, still buried inside her to plug a sperm leak, but she was too tired to cling to him. "You are so very mean, my Lord! Disrupting my lesson like that..." she mock-pouted, thrusting out her lower lip, trying to coax even more attention from the Lord of Barovia than she already had, like a greedy child.

Well, he did call her his bon bon. What did he expect her to do with that? If he could throw sweet pet names out, she could certainly make him say it again and again.

 

[Ravenloft]

For so long, Lord Strahd had chased this ephemeral dream of Tatyanna,only to have her slip through his fingers and torment him. He knew that Isopel might look like her, but she was different, when she trembled it wasn't in fear, when her body sheened with sweat, it wasn't in an attempt to flee from him. She was so very real, a woman that he could sink his fangs and cock into, who would only scream in pleasure, instead of terror.

Her whimpered pleas were not for mercy, but for more, more of his wicked attention! He had planned this whole thing, knowing that it would be something special and unforgettable that they could share. He guessed that being posessed by him while unseen would heighten her senses to all the other senses, and for him, he simply enjoyed seeing her tender body respond to his, unobstructed. Although his mass was there, pressing against her, into her, he could see how it looked as if it weren't. It was indescribably sexy, to watch how his cock stretched her open and see the pink hidden within, while still feeling the pleasure her tight embrace caused him.

Isopel came, a lovely mess, hoisted up into his arms as he battered her womb with his cock. Her cries of pleasure seemed to call out to nature all through the castle, decorating it with creeping vines that would one day soon flower in a reflection of her love for him. It wasn't until she reached out for him that he allowed himself the pleasure of release. And he couldn't imagine a more pleasurable release than to paint Isopel's insides with his thick and living seed!

When they were both spent, and he released the power of his spell, sweet Isopel playfully scolded him for being mean and disrupting her efforts to learn. That made him chuckle, a deep belly laugh, the kind he had long since given up feeling he would ever know again. But here he was, burried deep within his sweet little bon bon, sharing in a moment so silly it inspired him to the heights of joy. "Well that's one lesson you won't soon forget, is it not?" He asked, kissing her neck. "You'd best he careful with that pouty lip of yours, you know i... Bite!" He warned her in a whispery, deep voice, pretending to hunt and stalk his way toward her baited mouth. He took her into a passionate kiss as they rested in his chair together until their bodies relaxed and he slipped out of her. His cream remaining behind to do its purpose within her.

With a sigh, he played his fingers through the lips of her sex and smiled, kissing her forehead. "You know I must keep you full to bursting, that is how I like my sweet little bon bon..." He whispered in her ear as he held his hand over her leaking sex, in attempt to keep his seed within her.

"Come, nestle in, here with me a while and read for me... Show me what you have learned... Later today, we will begin your training in sword play. But for now, rest. You've earned it, I think."