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Name - Raven
Age - indeterminate, but in excess of 150
Occupation - you will soon figure it out.
Time - Midnight, 14 July 1875
Location - Central Europe

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I sat atop the pine tree, watching the castle, as I had done now for almost a hundred years. I was waiting for the time, the pre-ordained time, when a new virgin would arrive at the castle.

A virgin to be taken, after she had invited me into her room, for once the invite was given, I would be free to enter at will, in whatever form that I desired. Her virgin blood would be mine, as I deflowered her, and subsequently turned her into my partner. Replacing Endorra, who had been so savagely staked through the heart all that time ago.

And now, my time was nigh, as I heard a carriage, the horses hooves pounding on the hard parched earth. They came ever closer, and she, came ever sloser also, to meet her destiny, to be my bloody bride.

The coach stopped, and I glided silently down, to perch on a rhododendron, I wanted to see her, this virgin of mine. I had expected the usual tiny waisted, waif like creature that was prevalent in this era, but, to my surprise, out stepped a buxom very voluptuous young lady. For a moment, I was taken aback, almost slipping off the bush. I had dreamed of such a thing, a virgin with flesh, to hold onto, to fondle. A virgin who eventually would be able to take almost all of my fat cock. I flapped my wings, and flew in front of the carriage, to welcome her to my world, a world, that she would never ever leave.
 
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Catharine Therese Dunlay
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Green eyes, brunette curls, light freckles, plump lips
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Stepping out of the carriage into the night air, I surveyed the castle before me. It was as I had expected: enormous, cold, and foreboding. Yet another prison for me to waste away in until I wed a portly, old bachelor unlikely to satisfy my darker urges.

Were I free to pursue my own amusements until then, it shouldn't have been so bad. While rail-thin, wash-board flat girls were the height of fashion and sophistication, the peasant boys around her former home weren't shy about their interest. Unfortunately, status like mine came with round the clock chaperones and constant supervision. My precious virtue guarded like the King's signet ring.

The breeze picked up, causing my cloak and skirt to billow and exposing my legs, bare save scandalous sheer stockings. Turning into the wind, I brushed the loose curls from my face and began my ascent to the castle. A pink flower caught my eye on the dreary landscape and I paused to watch a raven take flight before hurrying to my new bed chamber to rest.
 
I watched, resting on my perch high in the trees, waiting to see the candlelight, to see it flicker in one of the rooms. I would wait for a while, then look around the sides, and the back of the castle, until I saw her room.

I did not have to wait long, the flickering light moved along a hallway, and then settled in a room, right at the top of the castle. I flew to the window, and sat on the sill, looking in.

My victim was there, talking to the much older lady that lived here, I noticed the older lady point to the window, no doubt telling my virgin not to open it.
But it was July, and even allowing for the cooling breeze, it was hot, very hot.
I moved back a fraction, so that I could see in, but they would have difficulty spotting me, I watched, and I waited.
Her body was amazing, had I been in human form, my cock would have broken the window. This virgin had large round voluminous tits, the kind that I have always dreamed of sucking, and fucking. I wondered, how long would I have to wait?
 
I nodded through Lady Irving's speech, politely agreeing or disagreeing when it was appropriate. After about a half hour of her babbling I lifted a hand and yawned dramatically, my corset making legitimate yawning impossible but pressing my breasts up invitingly as I tried.

"My dearest Lady Irving, I eagerly await the grand tour tomorrow and I am ever so grateful for your hospitality but the journey was rather long. If I may retire for the night, perhaps we may continue in the morning?"

Lady Irving's eyes widened slightly as she began to fuss again, offering me a hot meal, a bath and all of the amenities traveler's usually require. My fan shields my face as I roll my eyes, but nod, consenting to a bath. After a short wait, two servants carried in a large bronze basin and a changing screen. One by one they returned, filling the tub with hot water.

Once they were gone, I stepped behind the screen and a lady assisted me out of my clothes. The shadow of her undoing the laces and buckles clearly visible through the screen but without any details. Free of the dress, I dismissed the maid and step gingerly into the bath with an audible sigh.

I laid back against the tub and let my long hair tumble down the side, resting my neck against the lip of the basin. For a few moments I was content to let my muscles relax in the warm water and loosen up. Soon my thoughts turned to the two young men who brought in the water and I began to fantasize. What if they hadn't left? What if one, or better, both managed to sneak back in? My thoughts once turned, only became less appropriate.

Anyone in the room beyond the screen would have heard my soft moans as I bathed. An hour later, I emerged from my bed good and sleepy. I wrapped a thin silk robe around my still-wet body and rang for the tub to be removed as I lounged on my new bed.

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I watched, as a bath, and a screen were placed in the room.
I saw her silhouette through the screen, cast by the candlelight, as a maid helped her to disrobe. Her breasts, once free, even through the screen looked magnificent. I could not believe my luck, I knew then that I would have this woman, this voluptuous virgin. My cock would slide between her tits, as well as into her pussy, and even possibly elsewhere.
I moved closer, I could not see much,only the shape of her head, moving back and forth occasionally.

She seemed to be in the bath forever, the water must have turned cold by the time she stepped from it. And I was silently urging her,to make haste, before the dawn.

Another ten minutes, and I would have to leave, to fly to the cave, deep in the mountainside, and await another darkness.

She stepped from behind the screen, wearing a thin silk dressing gown, it stuck to her breasts, for she was still wet, and I was certain that her nipples were jutting out, very prominently.
She moved to the bed, and rang the bell, before laying down on her back. Just before I turned to fly away, her robe opened, and I saw the soft down that covered her most precious asset, inwardly I smiled, and spoke softly.

"Hello sweet pussy, I must go now, but rest assured, this evening iIwill be back, for you!"

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My first day at Castle Irving passed quickly and without anything remarkable happening. After I finished packing I wandered about the grounds and castle proper, always attended by one of the Lady of the house's maids. Once again I excused myself early and retreated to the solitude of my room as the sun sank below the clouds. A maid helped me out of my gown for the day and I put on my night gown, laying back in my new bed.

I pushed the pillows around the way I like and spread out on the silk coverlet with a contented sigh.

"Time to christen the new bed, I should think," I said with a wry smirk to myself, blushing slightly as I get out of bed and position the floor-length mirror so I can see myself on the bed. Before I returned to bed I blew out most of the candles, the room lit by the fireplace alone. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and lean back on the pillows, my hair billowing around my face as I run my hands over my body.

One hand squeezed my full breasts as my other traced patterns along my thighs. Soon I reached under my gown to pinch and pull at my nipples, my face beginning to flush as I pressed two fingers against my skirt. The silk of my gown began to dampen as I forced it between the lips of my sex, my mouth open in a silent moan as I touch my clit.

I pulled my breasts from my dress, using one hand to loosen the ties that keep them bound and watched as the nipples puckered an hardened, the sight adding to the flood of liquid between my legs. Sucking my lip into my mouth, I spread my legs and looked down my body into the mirror as I opened the puffy lips of my sex and slid in one finger, then another.
 
I awoke, a little early, I could sense that the sun had only just slipped below the horizon, even though I was 2 kilometers inside the mountain.
I gripped the sides of my casket, and stood, my naked body smooth, totally hairless from the neck down. My skin glistened, and my tumescant cock swayed as I walked towards the entrance.
Tumescant because she was here, her scent pervaded the countryside, even deep into my cave, I could smell her, almost taste her even, and taste her was what I wanted to do. But first, I had to change, to assume the shape of Raven, my namesake, and to gain access, to her room

I squatted, and held my arms out to my side, fingers grazing the ground, as I slipped into my trance. My elbows tightened, and feather appeared, as my body shrank. My fingers fluttering lightly, there was no pain, there had been once, centuries ago, but no more. I could shift to almost any species now, with consumate ease.

I lifted off silently, not that it mattered, when I was here, all other creatures left, they knew better. I quickly made my way out of the cave, and into the warmth of my darkness, silently onwards I flew, up to her window, the soft glow of her candles showing me the way. The window was closed, but not the curtains, and I looked inside. She was there, smiling, and moving a mirror, I watched, in stunned amazement, as this Virgin, proceeded to play and use her body.
Opening her dress, and tugging on those wonderful breasts, while she pressed a hand to her crotch. Then moved her skirt aside, as she watched herself in the mirror, sliding two fingers into her sex.


It stopped me in my tracks, virgins didn`t do this, did they? I asked myself. But of course they did, I was seeing it.

Using my beak, I tapped on her window, but she did not hear me, she seemed to be speaking, or moaning. I tapped again, harder this time. Not that I expected her to let me in, not tonight, but eventually she would, and then, she would be mine.
Now she saw me, and I tapped again,
and again.
 
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I was nearing climax, my fingers soaked in my own fluids and my breasts white where my fingers had been, when I heard the tapping at the window. Ignoring the noise, I continued to piston my fingers in and out of my tight walls. Growing ever closer to my release, I threw my head back and moaned louder than I'd intended, my face contorted with pleasure. Finally reaching the white-light oblivion of orgasm, I held my fingers plunged as deeply as they'll go inside of me and let the waves of pleasure roll over my body.

My body was covered in a sheen of sweat as I sank into my pillow, panting softly. I pulled my fingers from my sex languidly, the silvery string connecting my fingers to my sex breaking as I brought them to my lips. I licked and sucked them dry and close my eyes, my heavy breathing causing my breasts to rise and fall heavily.

The tapping starts again as I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep. Unbidden, the image of a pale, muscular man with dark hair and eyes drifted across my consciousness. The man haunts my dreams, dreams filled with lust and fear, romance and horror. I tossed and turned fitfully, each tap on the window causing me to shudder or moan.


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Noticing the tiny gap in the window, I let my mind invade hers for a few moments, showing her the promise that awaited. Then I left her, my hunger took over, the bloodlust was rising in me.
This woman, for she was a woman, and not a slip of a girl, this virgin, had got to me, I wanted her now, needed her, and soon, I would have her.

I swooped down onto the forest floor, I needed a kill, something to calm me, I needed blood. I crouched on the ground, wings spread, and the channge began. My beak faded, and my wings turned to legs, my nose extended, as my incisors developed. Until I stood there, a European wildcat, with eyes that could see anything in the darkness.

I would use my stealth to catch some prey. I heard a rustle, and stood stock still, watching, as a female rabbit came by. She stopped, just for a moment, and relaxed, and that was her mistake. In an instant, I had her by the throat, my incisors piercing her main artery, as she lay dying. I did not eat her, there was no need, other predators and scavengers, would soon find her.

Instead I crouched again, quickly maintaining my human form, the fastest change of all. I stood, 6 foot 3 tall, muscular body, black hair down to my shoulders, and sporting what my lost love Endorra had described as, "a cock to die for".

I walked through the forest, well aware that dawn was still an hour or so away, so there was no need to hurry. I had no fear, there was not a creature in the forest that would dare to cross my path. And as I walked I formulated my plan.

This night she would dream of me, I had already sown thw seeds in her mind, and tomorrow night, in the darkness, she would see on her window sill, an injured raven, with a droopy wing. He would tap upon her window, and she......
Would be his.
 
A raven with oddly intelligent eyes shadowing me in the forest...a cold, marble arm around my waist possessively... piercing eyes looking down at me, my knees on the floor.... dancing in a daze in a mirrored hall, only my reflection looking back... My dreams moved fluidly from one image to the next, all involving the beautiful man or the raven, all seductive and dangerous. It was reluctantly that I emerged from sleep in the morning, clinging to the excitement of my visions. I didn't even have time to take care of the lingering arousal before I was rushed off for the day's routine. The day was painful in its dullness and she was eager to be out in the fresh air or alone with her books and her more so, my fantasies.

Hours later when I was finally able to return to my room after a late dinner, I was greeted by the tapping from last night. Fully awake and undistracted I went to investigate. Beyond the window pane was a raven. Larger than a normal bird, it was instantly familiar when our eyes met. I froze and turned with every intention of walking away when it tapped again, a forlorn cry coming from it's throat. Looking closer I saw that it's wing hung at an odd angle.

Sympathy overcame my fear and I knelt before the window, opening it without a second thought letting in the cool night air and the raven. I scooped him into my hand delicately and carried him into the warmth of the room.

"Oh you poor dear," I cooed softly, stroking his sleek, inky feathers.
 
"Oh you poor dear,"

Four words, one short phrase, and it was done, the virgin`s fate was now sealed. I laid my head against her wrist as she cradled my body, the scent of her sex now embedded deep into my soul.
I saw the bowl and jug on her table, a water jug, and lightly hopped from her hand to drink, then I looked at her, cocking my head to one side, as she smiled.

I stayed on the jug for quite a while, watching her as she lay back on the bed, relaxing, here eyes closed. I quickly flew up, onto the top of the wardrobe, and began the process, my mind invading hers, probing it, with thoughts of sexual pleasure.

I knew it would not take long, and I watched, as her hands moved, touching herself. Now I relaxed, leaving her to her thoughts, I wanted her asleep, so that once again, I could invade her dreams.

At last she was asleep, and I implanted the dreams. She would see me, pleasuring a woman, mouth, breasts, pussy, with swollen puffed up lips.
She would see my cock, fully engorged to eight fat inches, as I entered the woman.
But she would not see the woman, instead, she would want to be her.

Then I left, just as silently as I had arrived.
 
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Again, I was reluctant to pull myself from slumber, this dream better than the last. My entire body ached with sexual frustration. Why on earth would I torture myself with dreams of such a delectable and dark man? Obviously, my body had been denied for far too long.

When the maid arrived, I was even more temperamental than the day before. Whining as she began to dress me but I pressed my body into each touch, the small physical contact her small, warms hands offered heavenly. Unbidden, I thought of his hands, not dressing me, but undressing me roughly. I swallowed a small moan as I played out my fantasies in my mind.

The rest of the day went on in that manner, my face flushing crimson every time someone pulled me from my reverie. Mentally I compared the man of my dreams with every male servant and guest at the castle, wondering if I'd actually met the man. None of them came close.

I almost skipped to her room that evening, unnaturally excited to go to sleep. Some part of me realized it was sad that the best part of my day was my dreams but unfortunately I didn't get to make most of the decisions that controlled my life. If I did, I would most definitely not be pleasuring myself before bed every night...
 
I watched her from my vantage point, atop the forest.
She came to the window, and I knew that she was looking for me, then she opened the window, just a fraction, but that was all I needed, not to enter, I could do that anytime now, what it told me was that she wanted her dreams to come alive.

I slipped inside the room, on a breath of summer breeze, unseen, and unheard. I watched as she settled on the bed, and her feelings of desire surfaced once more, her hands moving, touching, needing.

This night was hot, and my girgin was now naked, it was time.

I stood, revealing my presence, naked, my cock halfway to erection, her eyes were closed, as her fingers rubbed on her sex.
I stood by bed, and she opened her eyes, looking straight into mine.

I licked the tip of my finger, and placed it on her lips.

"Be not afraid, I am here for you my love."
 
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"Be not afraid, I am here for you my love."

Mmm...I must have dozed off even as I touched myself for my dream stood before me. Tonight, however, he looked and felt more real than ever before. His dark eyes glinted in the firelight of my own room and his warm, wet finger felt hot and alive against my lips. I parted them softly and sucked that finger tip into my mouth, tasting his flesh. Oh, but did he taste real, I could even smell his body, a spicy forest musk.

"How can I fear a dream?" I asked dazedly, blushing still as I pulled my skirt down over the twitching lips of my mound. It took all of my will to remove my sticky fingers from myself but I did, sucking the juices off quickly then holding my hand resolutely at my side.

Ignoring the ache of my unfinished pleasure, I looked over my dream curiously. He seemed better still tonight and his gorgeous cock was already waking up.
 
I watched as she looked at my cock, and I knew instinctively that she had never seen one this close before, and the smell of her sexual arousal inflamed me, but I was in control, the odours were an aside, that could be dealt with at a later stage.

She lay demurely, with her hands at her side, the traces of her fluids still visible to my eyes, they shone like a beacon on the darkest night.

Then my thoughts returned to the business at hand, and the demonstration of my power. I looked into her eyes, deep into her soul, the room darkened, and the fire died, the only light was that passing from my mind to hers, by way of our eyes.

I gave her the thoughts, plainly, and unenequivocally.

"You will remove your dress, and your underthings, and then you will lie back on the bed, with your knees raised.
For my pleasure you will abuse your body, as you have done each night since your arrival.
Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to touch me, and you may not address me, except in answer.
Let it begin."


As I fell silent, the fire returned, along with the candle light, and I waited
 
My mind grew suddenly incredibly foggy, the effort of thought seemed too much and my limbs felt heavy and listless. It felt like the moment just before sleep and I was all but ready to finish the journey to slumber when his voice filled my consciousness.

"You will remove your dress, and your underthings, and then you will lie back on the bed, with your knees raised. For my pleasure you will abuse your body, as you have done each night since your arrival. Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to touch me, and you may not address me, except in answer. Let it begin."

His voice was like honey, smooth, sweet and easy to swallow. When I thought to obey him the lethargy lifted and I felt light and pleasantly fuzzy. The pit of my stomach was aflutter as I began to undo the stings of my dress, my pale, firm globes of chest bouncing out, the pink nipples puckering in the air. The dress off, I'm in just a pair of panties that are off my legs before you even get a glimpse at them.

The first part of your command fulfilled I eye you hungrily, chewing on my bottom lip. I think of reaching out to you but the thick cloud around my thoughts returns and my bare cunt and nipples throb almost painfully. Groaning softly, my head rolls back into the pillow and I look at the ceiling, one hand pinching and pulling at my nipples roughly. The lips of my sex are lush and open when I smash three fingers onto my pulsing clitoris, rubbing it with fury to stop the oppressive itch.

"Oh Gods!" I moan, unable to leave my clitoris or nipples alone long enough to plunge my fingers into my tight little pussy like I wish. There simply isn't enough of me to satisfy myself anymore.
 
"Oh Gods!"

I could see, almost feel the frustration in my virgin, she was ripe, and ready for plucking, but the new moon, she to herald a new lifetime, was still a full night away.

I looked down, her nipples were almost purple, swollen to maximum size, and as hard as granite I had no doubt. Her pussy, the sweet honeyed center of her current existence was open, and begging for entry. I was in no doubt that her hymen was paper thin, and would easily be breached, but, not tonight.

I lifted her hand from her clitoris, feeling the heat of her body. I pulled it to my mouth, and kissed her wet fingers, savouring the taste of the wet cunt that would soon be mine. I used my long tongue, to sample what would undoubtedly be mine forever.
It was time to tell her.

"Tomorrow evening as darkness approaches, you must bathe, and use aromatic oils, the spices of my forest, to anoint yourself.
And, you must be prepared to give yourself, wholely to me.
For I, Raven, will take you as mine, to be together for all eternity, on one condition.
You, my virgin, must ask me to take you, and to consume you.
You will beg Raven to deflower you, and, to do whatever he will with you."

Her eyes were wide now.

"I will return tomorrowat midnight, when the new moon has set, your window will be wide open, and you will be ready."

And then I was gone, to my lair.
 
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The panes of the window clanged, the noise pulling me from my trace with a violent shiver. The whole of my body felt raw and hot and the cool breeze from the window was soothing to my tortured body. I struggled to control my breathing and process what the man had said.

I must ask him to take me and consume me? I looked down at my body, taken aback by the state of it's arousal and the signs of hard use...by me. Oh dear God, if he could make me do that to myself then how am I to deny him tomorrow. Desperate as I may be for male contact, I didn't like the complete loss of control. Untrue, I thought, thinking of how great it felt to lose all of my inhibitions. Sighing softly to myself, I found my night gown and pulled it back over me, not bothering to pull my panties back up over my thighs, still slick with my own juices. My sleep was dreamless for the first night in a long time and I woke up knowing what I would do.

The next night I did as instructed and bathed in cinnamon and pine oils and had my maid pull my unruly hair back into a more subdued style. Once she was gone I dressed in a black gown that had long since become to small and was therefore tight and revealing over black garters. Unable to wait quietly, I pulled out a book and waited on my chair, resisting the urge to touch myslelf as I thought of you. So at midnight I sat, half asleep with my legs tucked under me in a cozy chair by the slowly dying fire.
 
I watched her, for an hour or more, from my vantage point, as she read her book, I could see her clearly, well aware of the effort that she had made, my nostrils flared, as the scented oils fanned out over my land.

For it was my land, I ruled every living thing that walked upon this earth around here. The animals knew it, and they all did their best to avoid me, and the humans?
Given time they would be very very aware of Raven, and his needs.

As midnight arrived, I slipped, unseen by her, through the open window, I leaned against the window, looking to where she sat, in the dim glow of the firelight. It was time to awaken her, in every sense of the word.

"Raven is here, stand before me, and let me see you."

This startled her, but she did stand, and she started to say something, but in a flash, my fingers pressed her lips.

"Silence, you will speak soon enough, but not yet."

I knew that she would obey, it was always that way, since time immemorial. I moved my hand, and pointed to the fire, the once dying embers sprang to life, filling the room with sharp bright light.
I touched her hair, letting it trail through my fingers, and then ran my hand down her shoulder, and pressed my fingertips into the soft but firm flesh of her breasts. The gown was tight, and her breasts almost overflowed from it. I pulled at the material, exposing a plump and very pink nipple. I flicked it with my fingernail, before leaning in a little, and giving it a lick.

"I will stand before you, and the first thing that you will do, is to tell me your name. Then my virgin, you will fall to your knees, and in front of you will be my cock and my balls. You may hold it, touch it, rub it, and my balls also,but, you may not kiss or lick either of them......yet.
You may though, touch yourself if the need arises, and, you will know when to stop."
 
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I was on my knees before you before you finished your directive, the insistant tingling from last night returning to my body. Looking up at you with wide green eyes, I battled with my insticts, pride demanding that I resist begging for more of your touch.

"I am Lady Catharine Therese Dunlay," I all but purred as you walked up to me, your cock at half mast. The slightest incline of your head and my long, slim fingers were wrapped around the shaft, testing the length and girth. My eyes were locked on the beautiful, veined shaft as I traced my fingers along the the surface, tranxfixed.

"Oh," I said softly and brushed my hand up your thigh to your pleasantly warm ball sacs. Squeezing one softly, I smilled at the sigh I heard and tugged gently then lifted it back up with another squeeze. Meanwhile my other thumb was circling the spongy head of your cock. Licking my full lips as I continued to examine you, I let out a tormented moan and released your balls, my hand once again disappearing below my skirt.

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She was where she belonged at that moment,on her knees, caressing both my cock, and my balls. I watched her, seeing how she would react to everything that I said, or did.
I had seen the lick of her lips, when she first saw what would soon be inside her, which confirmed all that I already knew, she was ripe, and she would be mine.

I watched as her hand slipped under her dress, to pleasure herself while holding me. I spoke, my voice and her slippy cunt were the only two things in the world that mattered at that moment.

"I am pleased, both with you, and with the fact that you gave me your name. And I have to tell you, that after tonight, after I, Raven, have claimed you for my own, I will give you a name. A name that is synonymous with the forest, a name that reflects my world.
And now, my virgin, you have another task.
You will coat my cock, and my balls, with your juices, make them shine, and when you do, then, and only then may you lick, kiss, and suck Raven`s balls and cock."
 
A small cry of irritation and longing escaped my lips as I considered the new command. Standing with my hand still wrapped around your throbbing cock. Pulling a lip into my mouth, I stepped forward cautiously until you sat on the bed so my hips were even with yours.

I shuddered slightly as I ran two fingers around my clit and down to my opening slick with fluid and pushed them inside of me. Pulling them back out, I ran my wet fingers along your length. Impatient, I quickly coat my fingers and again spread the liquid over you. Dissatisfied with this method, I lifted a knee and set it beside you on the bed and ran my wet cunt up against you.

"Oohh..." I moaned, tossing my head back and holding onto the bed post for support. Your warm cock slips in and out of my eager pussy lips and is quickly covered with my arousal.
 
A willing virgin indeed this Lady Catharine Therese Dunlay was turning out to be, although her peers would never describe her as a lady.

She did as bidden by me, fingering her dripping cunt, and rubbing the juices upon my cock, and my balls. There was an abandonment about her, and even though I was aware of her sexuality, and her arousal, she still surprised me. The surprise was perfect though, for in future time, it would be she, my alpha vampire partner, who would find me fresh meat, in the local villages. To have one so sexual, and avaricious even, would I was sure, prove to be a bonus.

I watched as she leaned back, pressing her wet slit against my cock, making it slick with cunt juice, as she moved up, and down. My cock was coated, but, the feeling of her wet cunt, hot and slippy, was indeed pleasureable, so I waited a little longer than normal. Finally, I was ready, my voice husky, and compelling as I spoke.

"You will do it now, you will lick and suck Raven`s cock, and then, He will fuck your face, and your tits, before the final act, when Raven deflowers, and names you for his own.
On your knees, now, and do my bidding."


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"Thank the gods," I moaned, my hand returning to my slick folds the moment I pulled away from your warm, delightful cock. Back on my knees before you, I happily began to lick my juices off of you. The familiar taste of myself was all the more erotic as I explored you with my tongue, dragging it along the surface of your cock and then around your full balls and finally returning to the head.

My tongue snaked around the head in slow circles and I hummed happily at the taste. Curious fingers tested the surface of your sac, squeezing gently. Slowly, I parted my moist lips and pushed the spongy head of your cock into my mouth, tongue still flicking around the tip. Green eyes met dark ones as I pushed my head further down, about halfway down your shaft and continued to suckle passionately.

Each sound you made set my body on fire and my free hand was between my legs, working distractedly to push me to my own orgasm.
 
An arm snaked out slowly, and I took hold of her hair, feeling her lips and tongue pleasure me, as her own hand pleasured herself.

I spoke to her, my voice deep and resonant, in the still night air.

"I will fuck your face, and you will take it, and I will come, and you will take it, every last drop. You will learn here Lady Catherine, you will learn that when Sir comes, Sir does not slacken, on the contrary, it just makes Him harder, and increases His desire for His wet and open cunt."

I pulled her face closer, forcing my cock deeper, knowing that soon she would have both hands on my hips, trying to hold me back. But, she would take it, she would swallow, and once tasted, she would want more, and even more.
She was of course unaware that coming at will was easy for me, not to say that when I was really hot, and fucking a creamy wet cunt, I did not come from the friction, I did.

She was gasping, and occasionally gagging, but what was more important, is that she was ready. I came, spurting my load into her throat, feeling my balls rumble, as the shaft filled, and emptied again, and again.

She swallowed because she had no choice, my grip holding her in place was iron. I waited, watching her, and while slowly withdrawing, I noticed that a smile flickered across her lips and eyes.

I waited for the thanks that were now due, before I would took her tits.
 
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