Monster Bash

OOC: I'm Not Worthy I'm Not Worthy. You my dear kitten are an awesome writer...

IC: I felt like I knew this woman there was something vaguely famlier about her. "So Emaleth what brings you to my home?" I ask her while gazing at her stunning figure.

"I came here to find my brother he said he was coming to this place in search of something." she replied her eyes on Drago's.

OOC: I'm kinda stumped at this moment can anyone lend a hand to a vampire in distress. LOL :D
 
vanessa

(not sure if im even needed in this thread, i don't know where i fit,...if anyone has any clue where i can fit in PLEASE tell me.)
 
OOC: How about the two of you get together in the story? That way everybody gets some!:D
 
vanessa

(hey spikey!!! isn't this familiar? me the vampire, you the servant, us ...LOL de ja vou.. oh well teh dracula thread is making me mad, i don't like the whole girl/girl and the submissive thing...yuck. newho. lets kick it jeeves! lol. i sorta miss our fling from dracula!)

I wandered down the hallway, i stumbled and tore my dress, damn, it was one of my favorites too. a small tear was at the stomach, i held it closed and walked hurridly trying to find jeeves. WHERE IS HE? he is ussually always around and not hard to find. i dont even remember not having him around, his tall broad looming figure seemed to always be present. my long dark hair was still swept behind my shoulders, it flowed right down to the edge of my dress and flowed with it as if it were one. i glanced all over, my feet making soft swooshes across the floor. i found him in the library, a feather duster in one hand and a book in the other, apparently curiosity had made him stray from his task. i used my mental ablility to give him a hint to turn around. he turned, closed the book hurridly and put it back, he saw me and apologized. he looked so cute with the smudge of dirt on his cheek. i just laughed. "no need to apologize!" i stared down at the tear in my dress. "im dreadfully sorry to have to bother you, but it seems that i have torn my dress." i bit my bottom lip looking a bit perplexed.
 
Jeeves

I was in the library, cleaning. It seems, that was all I was doing lately. I had been dusting and a book had caught my eye. It was D H Lawrence's Lady Chatterly's Lover. I was reading it, when in my mind's eye flashed ' turn around'. I was embarressed at being caught. I huridly put the book back on the shelf. I looked at her and apologized " I am sorry Mistress Vanessa." She told me " no need to apologize! I am dreadfully sorry to bother you, but it seems that I have torn my dress." She bit her lower lip, wondering what she should do.
I noticed her long legs, revealed in the tear of her dress. She looked expectantly at me. I had stared too long, " Oh y ye yes, Mistress. I will mend your dress right away. Please, lets go to the sewing room. I will do my best to fix your dress."
I waited for her to lead the way out ( a chance to admire her walk). I followed her down to the sewing room. Her long black hair, streaming behind her. She went into the room and I followed behind her. She began removing her dress, revealing what she was wearing underneath. I tried my best not to look at her ( God, she was beautiful). She stood before me, holding the dress out. I reached for the dress nad our hands touched, my eyes roaming her body. Finally, our eyes locked, our hands still holding each others.
 
OCC: sorry for this, but no email :). LAVA, Emaleth has dreamed of blue eyes and burgundy hair. I meant her to be a toy for the lord and the lady. And Spikey, they're monsters, fidelity has no meaning. She'll be back ;)
BTW, where's Lori?
 
Emaleth

OCC: You know, I've never written a foursome before, anyone else game?


IC: Lord Drago standing that close to her was making her dizzy. Stumbling, Emaleth fell into his arms. With her face buried against his chest, she found a stray hair on his clothing, very long and richly colored, like wine. She wondered who it belonged to? The woman in her dreams, perhaps?

Feining weariness, she asked, "Is there somewhere that I might lie down? I am feeling a bit overcome at the moment."
 
Elizabeta

Elizabeta felt Trent let go and surrender to the moment. The heat of his bare skin sang in contrast to he coolness of hers. Ripping her bodice open further, she wrapped herself around him, pulling them both back down to the stone bench. Pushing him back onto his elbows, she continued kissing her way down his torso, her black hair falling like raw silk around him. She paused long enough to cast a small glamour, and the sound of a harp faintly surrounded them.

Elizabeta looked up at Trent through her hair, her blue eyes blazing with desire. Her fingers working furiously at his belt, she finally felt it give. Opening his jeans, she licked teasingly at his belly. Sliding one fingernail up the fabric of his boxers, they mysteriously fell open, leaving his cock exposed. Rubbing her lips across the tip, she slowly took his length in her mouth. Savoring his saltiness, Elizabeta took her time licking and sucking, feeling his cock grow even harder.
 
Trent

At this point I had completly lost myself into the heat of our passion for each other. Even if it was the garden doing this to us, I didn't care at that moment and just wanted to do nothing but make love to Elizabeta. The cold feeling of the stone bench was lost to the pleasure of her teasing on my exposed cock. I reach down to move the hair out of her way so I could see her eyes better as she worked over me.

Her blue eyes drew me further into the moment as I told her "I love you Elizabeta." Did I love her? Or was it just the garden making me say this? At that exact moment it did not matter at all to me what was making me feel this way.

She took my cock into her mouth as her tongue worked over the shaft of my erect penis. When her mouth highered till only the head was in her mouth, she would hum onto it for a few moments then go back down on me. Her tongue pressed up against the head as it flicked back and forth over the sensitive skin. My hips began to thrust up into her mouth as I moaned out softly into the night.
 
vanessa

i led him to the sewing room. i didn't even think about it, i just undressed, leaving me in stockings, garter, my panties and my bodice, all in lace and white. i handed him my dress. he seemed to be lingering his gaze upon me. i didn't pay much notice, he reached for my dress and his hand touched mine, a gesture that should have made no notice, but yet it was one that made me gasp. i locked eyes with him. for heavens sake i told myself, it is just jeeves. but i took notice to him, for once i actually looked him in the eye. i took in the sight of him, a mere second of looking, but i was disappointed i never saw him LIKE THIS before. his broad shoulders, his raven black hair, the sparkling green of his eyes. and his height, for once i looked up at someone, and his touch on my hand was so gentle. i noticed we were still hand upon hand, trying to break the eery silence i said quietly, "can it be fixed?" i broke my hand away lightly, and i turned, i light another candle, the flame wouldn't start the other one, so i stupidly picked up the lit candle, the holder was above my head and as i picked the candle up, the liquid wax that had been forming for hours since it was lit,dripped down and onto my hand and arm. i winced. this wasn't my lucky day.
 
Jeeves

She had looked me in the eye, searching my body. She was actually looking me over. Her face, with long flowing black hair, contrasted with the white lace bodice and underware. She was beautiful. She looked at me and said " Can it be fixed?" At that moment, she broke our grasp of the dress and turned to light a candle. I stood transfixed, unable to move or to say anything. I was in awe of her. She reached to light a the candle in the holder above her. As she reached up to light the candle, she exposed her lovely body to me. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her lines were perfect, full round breasts, narrow waist and shapely ass. She reached up to light the candle and some wax spilled onto her arm. She winced when the hot wax hit her soft flesh. I jumped to her and began to wipe off the cooling wax. I looked at her and suggested that we go get some cool water to sooth the pain of the wax. She looked at me, her eyes suggesting something else entirely. Could she possibly have enjoyed the hot wax upon her body?
 
Elizabeta

Elizabeta laughed, the silvery sound filling the air. Love, Trent had said. My, but the garden was especially strong this evening. Teasing his cock with her tongue, she felt his hands brush the hair from her eyes. Seeing the look on his face however, made her wonder if it were really the garden. Could there possibly be something here?

Returning her attention to his hard cock in her mouth, she gently drew her teeth across the top of his shaft. Sucking on the tip while grasping him firmly in with her hand, she let his thrusts claim her mouth. As the first drop of cum appeared, she stopped him. "Not yet, my love," she whispered. Not letting that precious drop go to waste, she quickly licked him clean.

Pushing Trent back again so he was laying on the bench, Elizabeta lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. Tucking the hem of the skirt into her waistband, the remaining fabric fell like a stage curtain to frame their lovemaking. Teasing her clit with his erect cock, she slowly slid him between her pussy lips and took him in deeper.



[Edited by Kitten Eyes on 10-18-2000 at 03:22 PM]
 
vanessa

(the whole wax this reminds me of ricky martin's video 'livin la vida loca' where she pours wax on his body...nevermind...)



it hurt, but then the dull pain seemed to turn me on. he suggested cool water. i nodded. it felt so naughty to be standing in front of a servant half naked. it made me feel evil. but hell what ARE vampires? it was so forbidden. he got up and left the room to get some water. i watched as he walked away, his firm body seemingly had a lighter step. he ass was so ........what was i thinking? i shook my head. he had gotten all of the wax off before it completely cooled and the area began to hurt. i leaned against the sewing machine and i closed my eyes, i waited for him to get back.
 
Trent

My heart began to race when I heard those words escape her mouth "Not yet my love." Love. Was there truly love in this relationship? Or was it just a moment of lust that had gotten out of hand? The thought that this would end once we left the garden made me determined to fully enjoy this as long as it lasted.

I felt a shiver of pleasure from her licking my head clean of any pre-cum that was already out. She pushed me back onto the bench and began to lift her skirt and remove her panties from her slim legs. My eyes widen at seeing her pussy exposed to me as she lowered herself onto me. Looking forword, I could see my erect cock enter her as she moaned out loud from me entering her.

Once she had me in all the way, we stayed still for a moment to allow us to get used to the feeling. She slowly began to lift herself up and down onto my shaft. I see her top almost open, so I reach up and take hold of her partly exposed breasts. My hands feel over her breasts as I begin to push myself back up into her.
 
Jeeves

OOC: I haven't seen that video, anyways, here I am washing you AGAIN! LOL

I went to get some cool water for her arm. When I returned, she was leaning against the sewing machine, her eyes closed. Her chest was rising and falling with every breath. Her breasts swelling with each breath, her nipples hard and erect. I stood before her with the water, my mind wandering. Would she and a servant be able to...? I tried to lose the thoughts out of mind and get back to helping her. As I turned, I tripped over the chair leg and spilled the water all over her body. She was soaked through. Her skin was apparent through her wet panties and bodice. I looked down, my face blushing at the sight of her. I meekly said " Mistress, I am truly sorry. Please forgive me."
I looked up at her face, not knowing what to expect.
 
vanessa

(it's creepy that we have the same kind of characters too! )


i didn't hear him come in, but suddenly i felt a splash of lukewarm water, followed by a huge terrential downpour. rain? inside? i opened my eyes. i looked down, i was soaked, i looked in front of me and there was jeeves holding an empty bucket, fear in his eyes. my clothing was soaked through. i just laughed when he mentioned being sorry, he kept apologizing over and over. "jeeves..." i tilted his chin so he would look me in the eye. "it was accident...there is no need to say sorry." i still had my fingers on his chin, his jawline looked so kissable. i wanted to run my lips down the length and kiss those innocent lips of his. i licked my lips. realizing that im sure he could see ever inch of my body now that it was wet and sure he saw me staring. i blushed. i never blush. the damp castle was quite cold, making my nipples harden and my body shiver.
 
Jeeves

I kept apologizing over and over. She just said " It's okay, Jeeves. It was an accident." She tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the outline of her senuous mouth. I leaned closer towards her face, my mouth inches from hers. I wanted to kiss her so badly. Her skin had goose bumps from the cool air on her wet skin.
I suggested that she get out of her wet clothes and put on some dry ones. I took off my jacket, in order for her to be able to wear something. She looked at me and said " Jeeves? Are you going to watch me disrobe? " I turned crimson and turned around. I apologized again. As I looked away, I thought ' Why aren't there any damn mirros in this room.'
She said she was ready and I turned around. I could only gasp at the sight of her.
 
vanessa

his lips were so close to mine. i was hypnotized by them. "are you going to watch me disrobe?" he turned bright red. i just laughed. he handed me his jacket. underneath i could see the outline of his body through his white shirt, the sun hit him just the right way to make the material almost transparent. he turned around. i took everything off except my panties. i put on his jacket, it had buttons half way up and i did my best to button as many as i could. it barely covered my dress and the arms were a bit long, the coat hung to midthigh. the jacket was a bit big, but i felt so much warmer, the warmth from his body still lingered on the coat. "im um...dressed." he turned around, his eyes opened wide. i smiled, and said teasingly. "what you don't like it?" i laughed. my pile of undergarments were in a pile at my feet.
 
Jeeves

She called to me " I'm um...dressed." I turned around. The coat barely covered her torso. I saw the pile of underware at her feet. She was nearly naked underneath my coat. She looked at me and said laughingly " What, don't you like it?"
I could only mutter " You are absolutely gorgeous."
She said " What did you say, Jeeves?" I blushed again and said " Mistress, you are quite beautiful."
Now what? There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then she suggested that 'we' go to my bedroom. She wanted me to help her pick some clothes to wear for tonight. I could only nod my head in agreement. I had never been in the Mistress' bedroom before. She turned to exit the sewing room and beckoned me to follow her with her finger.
I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. She stepped behind to close the door. She began to remove my jacket and looked at me and asked " Jeeves, what clothes do you like a woman to wear?" I could only stare at the beauty of her nakedness. Startled, I looked up from her body and asked. Sorry, Mistress. What did you say?"
She was smiling at me.
 
Elizabeta

Elizabeta smiled down at Trent. His hands on her breasts sent swirls of delight throughout her body. Sliding his cock in and out of her welcoming pussy, she drew one nail down his chest. As a drop of blood sprang up, she quickly caught with her finger and brought it to her lips to taste. Its iron tang blended well with the sweet scent of sex.

A small whimper escaped her as Trent's hard cock reached her innermost places. Overwhelmed by the electric bliss this caused, Elizabeta buried her face in his chest. Bringing her mouth to his, she stole his breath with a passionate kiss. Her tongue flicked a trail across the roof of his mouth, sending further tremors through her.

In the distance, Elizabeta heard the cry of a wolf. The wild longing in its cry touched her deeply. Upright and arching her back, all her senses converged as her passion built. Swaying from side to side, she felt her muscles contract had her orgasm took her. Throwing her head back, she howled along with the wolf.
 
vanessa

and evil thought went through my mind. "do you mind helping me pick out something to wear? tonight is a special dinner for our guests.." he nodded, and he followed me to my room, im sure my bum wasn't completely covered with each long stride that i took, but he didn't speed up, he stayed behind. as i opened the lock on my door, i stepped into my own chambers. my husband's was attached by a long hallway. i closed the door behind me. i asked him his taste in clothing and i dropped his coat. he just stared. i had no clue what had gotten into me. my nipples stood erect and rosey. my skin it's china hue. i went to an armwar (sp? is not right) and opened it for him to see. "i need garters and things too..what is your taste jeeves?" i saw him blush, i came forward and grabbed his hand. "im only human i won't bite."
 
Jeeves

She walked over to me. She said " I need garters and things too. What is you taste, Jeeves?" She grabbed my hand, and said " I'm only human, I won't bite?" ( cue the eerie music,lol). I stood up and went towards the drawer with her lace underware. I held up a bra and matching panty that were fire red. I said ' Mistress, this would be perfect for you. It would stand out with your black hair." She smiled at me, and said " Yes, Jeeves. I believe you are right."
I found the matching garter belt and stockings. She went and sat down on the bed. She said teasingly " Jeeves, why don't you dress me this evening." I replied " Very well, Mistress."
I started to put her panty on, but she said " No, Jeeves. First the garter belt, then the stockings and finally the panty." I held the garter out for her to step into, and then I began sliding the garter belt up her legs. She had placed her hands on my shoulders to balance herself. As I stood lifting up the garter, I came face to face with Mistress Vanessa. My hands were on her hips. Her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled my face to hers.
Our lips met, tongues dancing back and forth between our mouths. I pulled her into my body, her hard nipples pressing against my chest. Her pelvus pulled against my mine. I know she could feel my cock beginning to harden.
I kissed her neck and licked her earlobe. My neck was exposed to her mouth. Would she bite me?
I didn't care, I let my hands roam her backside, kneading her cheeks. My fingers sliding over her smooth flesh, spreading her cheeks apart and pushing them back together.
I was lost in her body, not knowing what would happen next.
 
Trent

Hearing Elizabeta howling the way she did with the wolf in unison, sent me over the edge of passion. Her pussy clamped down onto me as she reached orgasm the same time I do. My hands move from her breasts and grip onto the concrete bench as I thrust up into Elizabeta's cunt. The moans from my mouth join her howls into the night(is it night?)of the garden. Shot after shot of cum spurt into her throbbing cunt as she pumped me for all I was worth.

As the orgasm began to subside from us, she lowered herself onto me trying to catch her breath. My arms wraped around her to hold her to me as we let the cool air dry our sweaty bodys. After a moment, I begin to realise that what I felt for her was still with me. Not as strong because the gardens affect had worn off, but there was something between us. Kissing lightly on the cheek, I whisper "I love you, Elizabeta." And this time, I knew I meant it...
 
Elizabeta

Spent, Elizabeta collapsed against Trent's chest. She felt his strong arms wrap around her holding her close. She could feel his heart beating beneath her hand. His whispered words of love surprised her at first, until she realized she too, had feelings for him. An image of Varia emerged in her memory. Was it possible for her love them both, her human and her wolf? Trent's delicious mortality and Varia's wild animalism, both complementing her cool beauty. She closed her eyes and allowed the fantasy of two men claiming her body play through her mind. She knew one way or another, she would have them both.

Reaching up and outlining his mouth with her fingers, Elizabeta kissed Trent. Lingering, lost in each other's embrace, the kiss threatened to once again ignite their passion. Feeling the chill in the air, she stood and righted her clothing. Holding her hand out to Trent, she asked, "Sleep with me tonight? Please?" Smiling, he took her hand.

Escorting him through the twisting corridors of the castle, they reached her chambers. As she opened the doors, candles sprung to life all around the room, casting a warm glow. Still holding his hand, Elizabeta lead him over to a large four-poster bed piled high with comforters and pillows. Slipping his shirt off again, she removed her garments and slid between the soft sheets and beckoned him to join her.
 
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