by VintageBass » Fri Feb 12, 2016 8:50 pm
It's certainly nice that my fair knight cares for me, her touch against my cheek soft unlike the bastard slamming against my ass. I feel like taking my sire's sword out and shouting at the bastard, but I'm already pinned between the two of them and the taste of Valenci's dick is rather enticing and I can't seem to peel away from it. The scent is also pleasing to my nostrils that I want more of it, more of this beast of a cock and to proudly show how much of a royal whore I am to this vamp. Plus the scoundrel behind me certainly isn't the worst fuck that I've dealt with before. He's certainly not caring all that much he's fucking some fucking weirdo dressed up as a pink princess, and it's good that he doesn't give a damn or a fuck. A fuck is a fuck and it shouldn't matter who or what he's shoving that vile meat rod into. If he's enjoying the pleasure he's getting out of treating me like everyone else that calls the night theirs, then so be it. This is my life now, and I'm going to enjoy every last second of it.
Yet I'm letting this mongrel actually fuck me in the ass, treating me actually better than the monsters who abused me, and I feel like I'm still getting that abuse. One half of me is enjoying what my sire is dishing out, but there's that backend where it is taking that same kind of force I get from the jackasses that claim they're straight like rulers, but come shoving their filthy meat poles down my ass. Disgusting little monsters, thinking they can treat me like filth, and how come that while I'm dressed for royalty I'm getting that same kind of treatment in these sewers? Maybe this is what fucking rats do in their spare time and how they mate, or rather simply fuck as this man clearly doesn't care about what I look like. All that he sees is another hole to shove his dick in and I'm taking it for the team. Whooping-fucking-do. But I can't deny just how turned on I am, my cock bouncing along and smacking at my belly, pre slinging all over the place as I am caught between these two powerful vamps, spitroasting me like I'm next on the menu.
I should thank my newfound gifts that I can actually endure being able to take the abuse of the mongrel fucking me from behind and my face smacking against Valenci's crotch. Breathing may not be a problem, but I can't fault the smells I'm taking in and it's certainly keeping me begging for more. My muffled cries seem to be blanketed by the smacking flesh my body is making, taking both beasts from both ends of me and how I'm also feeling a bit contorted. I'm not even sure how my body is reacting to the positioning it is in currently, and I'm not even sure I'm truly capable of performing this, even as a vamp. Whatever is happening, all I know is I'm getting fucked, the two people that are fucking me are exchanging kisses right above and forgetting that there is someone tending to their meat poles and getting them off. You two are certainly fantastic, aren't you...
Whatever, I have my ass full of the mongrel's seed and taking one more slap to finish off the deal with him. Good, nice to know I'm going to be standing for a while with how sore my ass is and sitting on it is going to be a pain in the... well, you know. At least I'm finally with my sire once again and hearing her complimenting me on how adorable I am with her dick in my mouth got me smiling and shivering at the same time. Still not getting used to the cute stuff. I chuckle in response. "And your sword is simply amazing in taste and smell," I replied, licking my lips as I savor the bitter salty drink in my stomach. I begin to readjust myself, straightening myself so that I'm facing in the proper direction and all of my limbs are in their proper spots, before grabbing onto my panties and getting them back on over my hardened dick. Hearing that I get to pick where to go for some fun and seeing that I'm still hard down below, something about it gives me an idea along with my more... vampiric desires kicking in.
I turn to my sire with a smile, getting up from the throne before joining her side. "So my knight, do you know any place where they serve the finest high quality meat?" I asked, my voice giving off how peckish I am for some flesh to chomp down on, maybe even get a lucky individual to finally serve as my handmaiden. Suddenly, a nice little house is starting to show up, taking away the damp and dreary place with a more quaint place with a meal all set up and ready to chow down on. "I'm not one to know the best place to go, but I feel the need to sink my teeth into something... delicate." From somewhere, two young voices, male and female, cry out and begging for mercy. "Also to begin letting the people know of who they'll be hearing to, perhaps?" With a firm nod, I feel my neck being tugged on before I'm whisked away from this terrible place, following my sire with a black leather-looking shadow leash, leading me over to feast on those crying out for mercy. Yes, my hunger will be sated, forever be the bitch to an insane bitch...
"Just because you can put your dick in it, it doesn't mean you can fuck it"
- Nash Bozard