Night One: The Vampire Princess. Part 3
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*Whippe's body was far too drained to resist the woman's advances. Her body like a putty in her hands, her clothes resting at the side of her bed, the only thing she was left wearing was her plain white panties. The teasingly light floral scent, and the moist softness cool against her lips, tells Whippe that the vampire was going to have her way with her if she liked it or not. A shiver meanders up her back as she sighs contently, twisting her head upwards to try and lose the tantalizing sensation, lifting her hand to try and push her away.*
Vampire: Shh...Don't speak...Don't move...Just...Be...Mine.
*A quiet shudder leaves her lips as she feels the woman drag her lips down her throat, over her collar bone, and further, further downwards, such a ravishing contrast to the pulsating heat she feels inside her body. Whippe's fingers gripped the sheets, tightening more and more the more she felt the woman's lips tracing her skin, only giving a sign of relieve as she removed her lips for her for a brief moment letting her body relax, maybe she was not going to bite into her, maybe this was all it was going to be. Was at least she thought just as the woman sunk her fangs deeply into her neck. Whippe's teared eyes suddenly snapped open in pure shock as pain ripped through her body like a phantom train. Her mouth opened to scream but nothing came out, nothing could come out at this moment anyways. Her mind began tainted in a thick pink fog that danced in front of her eyes, the room slowly spinning around her. She could feel the woman sucking her blood from her body, her cheeks becoming rose colored, her grip on the bed sheets loosening, her strength draining. Her soft whimpers of pain slowly faded, being replaced with light moans. After what seemed like eternity, letting out a loud gasp once the vampire's hold on her throat let go. Licking her lips, a small trail of blood coming from the right side of her mouth.*
Vampire: Your blood is sweet darling..
*Whippe was far too absorbed as she is in the spell her lover is weaving, Whippe fails to notice as the vampire laps at the two small holes in her neck. Her knees are shaking and she wants to melt into the earth, but the woman's hands give her no time to do so. She feels her breath upon her neck as she pauses, before brushing trembling lips against Whippe's ears. The vampire's hands are at times delicate and at times eager, but always attentive, and responsive to the wordless pleas and cries that escape Whippe's lips.*
Vampire: Such a eager girl...you don't get touched that often do you?
Whippe: *Blushing* I...I...I can't say...
Vampire: *Giggling* Don't worry, leave it to me.
Whippe: W-Wait! That's not!
*Whippe's lips are silentest by her blood scent lips, pressing against her own, the woman pushing her tongue into her mouth. She glides her right hand over Whippe's breasts quickly, barely touching her stiff, aroused nipples causing her to gasp out, breaking the kiss in the process. She gently cupping her breasts in gentle hands, holding her, caressing her, warming her kindly. They roam across her body, showering her flesh with lavish consideration. Thumbs and fingers tease and arouse her nipples almost to the point of pain. Palms rove across her stomach, her navel, her hips, and advance downwards still. They slow infuriatingly so just at the edge of her panties, and stop altogether. The vampire's breathing is steady, but Whippe can feel the pounding of her heart against her chest. The tension in her heart and in her lower body is overbearing. Whippe could feel everywhere the the woman touched, not wanting to open her eyes, she couldn't look the woman in the eyes during this act. When she stopped though, Whippe began to get scared, what was she doing? Her question was answered as she felt the woman's hands touch her knees, slowly spreading them with very little resistance. The woman's hand that rested on her knee slowly burned trails of pleasure into her skin as they crawled up her leg towards her thigh, causing Whippe to jump once she reached her inner thighs.*
Vampire: Oh? You must be enjoying yourself my dear, your so wet and I've barely even touched you.
*The way the woman said it caused a rush of embarrassment to spring inside of her. Whippe wanted to hold herself, curl up into a ball and cry, she was so ashamed at herself for feeling this way but the vampire would not let her. The sudden touch of her fingers against the damp fabric of her panties caused her to gasp out, her hands gripping the pillow behind her head. Her fingers danced into a rhythmic rocking against her sex. As they dance, the silky smoothness sliding back and forth upon her drives Whippe almost to the point of madness, a line of drool trickling from the sides of her moaning mouth. Knees buckling and breathing ragged, she can barely take anymore, and almost cries out in relief when she finally allows her release. The woman's long fingers rubbed her over her dampening panties, pressing against her swollen, throbbing clit, her thumb gently poking it, pressing it as if it were a button, the more and more her fingers danced against it the more of Whippe's cries could be heard through the manor, ending with Whippe letting out a earth shattering scream as her body arched up off the bed.*
*Whippe's body shook and collapsed against the sweat covered bed sheets, her small frame gasping for breath, sucking in air only to expel it just as face. Above her she could feel the woman staring down at her, turning her head she could see into the woman's ruby eyes.*
Vampire: Shh my darling, you need not speak any more.
*Whippe opened her mouth to speak but the woman placed a finger on her lips to keep her quiet. Whippe, who was still recovering from the ordeal felt the woman tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck once again. Unable to do anything as the woman once again sunk her fangs into her neck, lightly suckled her blood once more.*
*Later on that night, after Whippe had fallen asleep, the vampire laid next to her, gently stroking her matted locks. After a while she slid off the bed and quietly made her way to the door, slipping out of the room she walked towards the main hall. When she got there, a older man stood beside the door. He was wearing a dark brown leather coat and dirty black work boots. A large grey beard on his chin and no hair on his head. He was in his early fifties if one could guess.*
Vampire: Have you been waiting long?
Old Man: Long enough. How any of times do I have to send a thief on a devil's errand until you find the one you wish to keep?
Vampire: You say that like it's a bad thing father.
Old Man: *Shaking his head.* Eponine I-
Boom!!!
*The sound of an explosion ripped through the Manor, shaking the whole house.*
Old Man: What in the Dark God's name was that!
*The two rushed towards where the explosion came from, running up the staircase down one of the hallways towards Eponine's room. When they got there they didn't have to step far to notice where it came from. The room that Whippe was left in had a massive hole where the window used to be. While the vampire was gone, Whippe gathered her things, making she to put her clothes on before hand, she used one of the few magic scrolls she had on her to blast a hole through the wall to escape. Standing in the room, Eponine noticed where the Violin was, the violin was missing.*
Vampire: Hmm, I don't think we have to look far father, I think I've found my wife.
*As Whippe snapped out of her memories, finding herself still sitting in the Demon Lord's palace, she shook her head. Eponine was the vampire she was tasked to steal from years ago, but in that time her form changed, so there was no way the vampire princess knew who she was....right?
Vampire: Shh...Don't speak...Don't move...Just...Be...Mine.
*A quiet shudder leaves her lips as she feels the woman drag her lips down her throat, over her collar bone, and further, further downwards, such a ravishing contrast to the pulsating heat she feels inside her body. Whippe's fingers gripped the sheets, tightening more and more the more she felt the woman's lips tracing her skin, only giving a sign of relieve as she removed her lips for her for a brief moment letting her body relax, maybe she was not going to bite into her, maybe this was all it was going to be. Was at least she thought just as the woman sunk her fangs deeply into her neck. Whippe's teared eyes suddenly snapped open in pure shock as pain ripped through her body like a phantom train. Her mouth opened to scream but nothing came out, nothing could come out at this moment anyways. Her mind began tainted in a thick pink fog that danced in front of her eyes, the room slowly spinning around her. She could feel the woman sucking her blood from her body, her cheeks becoming rose colored, her grip on the bed sheets loosening, her strength draining. Her soft whimpers of pain slowly faded, being replaced with light moans. After what seemed like eternity, letting out a loud gasp once the vampire's hold on her throat let go. Licking her lips, a small trail of blood coming from the right side of her mouth.*
Vampire: Your blood is sweet darling..
*Whippe was far too absorbed as she is in the spell her lover is weaving, Whippe fails to notice as the vampire laps at the two small holes in her neck. Her knees are shaking and she wants to melt into the earth, but the woman's hands give her no time to do so. She feels her breath upon her neck as she pauses, before brushing trembling lips against Whippe's ears. The vampire's hands are at times delicate and at times eager, but always attentive, and responsive to the wordless pleas and cries that escape Whippe's lips.*
Vampire: Such a eager girl...you don't get touched that often do you?
Whippe: *Blushing* I...I...I can't say...
Vampire: *Giggling* Don't worry, leave it to me.
Whippe: W-Wait! That's not!
*Whippe's lips are silentest by her blood scent lips, pressing against her own, the woman pushing her tongue into her mouth. She glides her right hand over Whippe's breasts quickly, barely touching her stiff, aroused nipples causing her to gasp out, breaking the kiss in the process. She gently cupping her breasts in gentle hands, holding her, caressing her, warming her kindly. They roam across her body, showering her flesh with lavish consideration. Thumbs and fingers tease and arouse her nipples almost to the point of pain. Palms rove across her stomach, her navel, her hips, and advance downwards still. They slow infuriatingly so just at the edge of her panties, and stop altogether. The vampire's breathing is steady, but Whippe can feel the pounding of her heart against her chest. The tension in her heart and in her lower body is overbearing. Whippe could feel everywhere the the woman touched, not wanting to open her eyes, she couldn't look the woman in the eyes during this act. When she stopped though, Whippe began to get scared, what was she doing? Her question was answered as she felt the woman's hands touch her knees, slowly spreading them with very little resistance. The woman's hand that rested on her knee slowly burned trails of pleasure into her skin as they crawled up her leg towards her thigh, causing Whippe to jump once she reached her inner thighs.*
Vampire: Oh? You must be enjoying yourself my dear, your so wet and I've barely even touched you.
*The way the woman said it caused a rush of embarrassment to spring inside of her. Whippe wanted to hold herself, curl up into a ball and cry, she was so ashamed at herself for feeling this way but the vampire would not let her. The sudden touch of her fingers against the damp fabric of her panties caused her to gasp out, her hands gripping the pillow behind her head. Her fingers danced into a rhythmic rocking against her sex. As they dance, the silky smoothness sliding back and forth upon her drives Whippe almost to the point of madness, a line of drool trickling from the sides of her moaning mouth. Knees buckling and breathing ragged, she can barely take anymore, and almost cries out in relief when she finally allows her release. The woman's long fingers rubbed her over her dampening panties, pressing against her swollen, throbbing clit, her thumb gently poking it, pressing it as if it were a button, the more and more her fingers danced against it the more of Whippe's cries could be heard through the manor, ending with Whippe letting out a earth shattering scream as her body arched up off the bed.*
*Whippe's body shook and collapsed against the sweat covered bed sheets, her small frame gasping for breath, sucking in air only to expel it just as face. Above her she could feel the woman staring down at her, turning her head she could see into the woman's ruby eyes.*
Vampire: Shh my darling, you need not speak any more.
*Whippe opened her mouth to speak but the woman placed a finger on her lips to keep her quiet. Whippe, who was still recovering from the ordeal felt the woman tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck once again. Unable to do anything as the woman once again sunk her fangs into her neck, lightly suckled her blood once more.*
*Later on that night, after Whippe had fallen asleep, the vampire laid next to her, gently stroking her matted locks. After a while she slid off the bed and quietly made her way to the door, slipping out of the room she walked towards the main hall. When she got there, a older man stood beside the door. He was wearing a dark brown leather coat and dirty black work boots. A large grey beard on his chin and no hair on his head. He was in his early fifties if one could guess.*
Vampire: Have you been waiting long?
Old Man: Long enough. How any of times do I have to send a thief on a devil's errand until you find the one you wish to keep?
Vampire: You say that like it's a bad thing father.
Old Man: *Shaking his head.* Eponine I-
Boom!!!
*The sound of an explosion ripped through the Manor, shaking the whole house.*
Old Man: What in the Dark God's name was that!
*The two rushed towards where the explosion came from, running up the staircase down one of the hallways towards Eponine's room. When they got there they didn't have to step far to notice where it came from. The room that Whippe was left in had a massive hole where the window used to be. While the vampire was gone, Whippe gathered her things, making she to put her clothes on before hand, she used one of the few magic scrolls she had on her to blast a hole through the wall to escape. Standing in the room, Eponine noticed where the Violin was, the violin was missing.*
Vampire: Hmm, I don't think we have to look far father, I think I've found my wife.
*As Whippe snapped out of her memories, finding herself still sitting in the Demon Lord's palace, she shook her head. Eponine was the vampire she was tasked to steal from years ago, but in that time her form changed, so there was no way the vampire princess knew who she was....right?
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