Post by Dane on Dec 12, 2023 13:40:32 GMT -5
“Marcus, what are your thoughts my dear?” Catherine said, turning to her husband. Back straightened, shoulders squared, she watched as he circled their sire. “Am I the image of beauty itself?”
Marcus sighed, looking up at his lover, bearing the slightest of grins. “The very one, my love. Though I can’t help, but wonder. Why bother when you’re only going to take it off?”
Catherine slowly arched a perfect eyebrow. She wouldn’t point out the hypocrisy of it. It was likely what he wanted. She humored him. “The mystery my love. The anticipation.”
From where Marcus stood, there wasn’t much mystery beneath her fur coat. It clung tight to Catherine’s form and took someone of very little imagination to wonder what it kept secret. And of course, the coat left much of her chest bare, cleavage adorned by pink frills. That wouldn’t keep anyone warm on a cold night. He tore his gaze away to look Catherine in the eye. “Share our sire with me tonight, Catherine. Your pet will be waiting for you.”
“And he won’t?” Catherine smiled, approaching. Looked down at Dane just for a moment.
“Catherine, we’ve hardly shared in him. The beast is one of many. You can’t say that of him, can you?” He said, running a hand down the vampire’s exposed back. Planting a kiss on his shoulder.
It was an appealing sight. Marcus lips on Dane’s body. And the delight her lover took in their sire tickled Catherine to no end, it was all a shadow of what the lycan could give her. “Marcus. He’s brought me little pleasure. You know this.” His body was cold and weak, and no matter what she did, no matter what they did, Dane abstained. Not a single moan or cry of pain. Eyes dead and still. Never reacting.
“Catherine, I know.” He pulled away from Dane, moving to stand beside Catherine, grabbing her hand. “We’ll break him still. We have all the time in the world.”
“Precisely.” She pressed her lips onto his.
Marcus could have winced; he’d walk right into that one. If this was the way it had to be, after he was done with Dane there was little doubt Catherine would be waiting for him. With the lycan’s heat within her. As much as he loathed the thought of one laying their hands on Catherine, their blood had always left his lover with a pleasing heat, and greater strength, all for his delight. “Very well.” He said laying his hand on her cheek as she pulled away turning. Leaving him admiring the sway in her every step. “I’m sure you’re enjoying this.” Marcus said quietly, laying a hand on his sire’s smooth shoulders. “But, it won’t last. You’ll break for her, Dane. Even if it’s just an act. I know your one fear. I’m not scared to take your life. In fact, I think I’d quite enjoy it. After all, at the end we’re all damned anyway.” Marcus swore he heard a snort, a snicker of laughter, but it was all in his head. Dane had remained as still as stone.
Catherine was cold to her core. The will it’d taken to not indulge in her beast could never be understated. She wanted him whole and healthy, and in the long run he’d have more to give her. But it had been a harrowing experience. What a day without their blood did to her. It was agonizing, she felt on edge, every slight inconvenience a frustration, every frustration a torture. But it was over soon. She took in the sight of her new pet lying across her bed. Chest length blonde hair splayed across his lean frame. He was tall, long armed and legged, and of pleasing length. Though they were closed now his eyes were a dreamy shade between blue and gray. How Dane had managed to find such a pleasing to look upon beast in short notice was a wonder to her. Coupled with her sire, they’d made quite the pairing. Her pet lost in bliss. Even his proclivities suited her. Sighing she looked down at the man. Even from here she could feel his heat.
Catherine knelt on the edge of the mattress, biting her lip. It was so tempting to take him now, but if she could just wait, he would awaken soon. Dane had kept him in a sorry state, and she’d taken quite a bit of blood, but he’d had at least a days’ worth of rest. Certainly. Unbeknownst to her Catherine’s emerald eyes flashed red. Edging towards the lycan. Another sigh. As she felt a tad warmer. Like she’d entered a bubble of heat surrounding the beast. And maybe she had. Lifting a knee she straddled his legs and gasped as her thighs made contact with her bare skin. A shiver ran through the vampiress as heat spiked through her legs. She moaned, shamefully. It’d been barely a day and a half since he’d graced her with his blood and heat. So little, and she was so sensitive. This was a weakness she knew that to be true, but couldn’t care. Subtly she worked her hips, just to feel more of him. Her hands fell onto his lean chest, warmth running up the length of her arms. He’d wake soon. She knew he would. He just had to.
Carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest, a grunt and meaty slap drew Catherine’s attention. Her head snapped towards her husband. A smile growing on her lips as he entered their sire. At least Marcus was making the most of it. Beneath her the lycan seemed to stir. Stoking that warmth in her thighs. Gasping as her still healing wound burned pleasantly. Looking between her pet and sire. Soon she’d make the most of Dane as well. It was a shame to admit, but the weakness was one she couldn’t deny was it?
Catherine ran her fingers down his abdomen, wrapping around his flacid member as she rested the other on her bare leg. Right on the bullet wound, gently caressing. It felt far too nice for such a simple motion. Closing her eyes, sinking into the feeling. The beast a sleepy sound before stirring.
The vampiress sat up straight, staring down at her captive with a most pleased smile. Hand still wrapped around his length, playing as the lycan’s eyes shot wide open. “Wh-where am I?” He kicked and squirmed beneath her, but she had him thoroughly held.
“Shh.” She said watching as his panicked gaze flicked about the room. Gently working his hardening member. He gasped, eyes finally setting on her, she reached out to caress his chest. “Shh, you’re okay, you’re safe.” His warm grip closed around her wrist. She had to make a deliberate effort not to squirm.
“Catherine.” He said, recognition and understanding finally settling in. “What do you want from me?”
So, she’d left an impression. That tickled. He’d been in such an addled state. “Pet, I think you know.” Her fangs poked out from beneath her brilliant smile. Gently working her hips. Catherine inhaled, arching her back not so subtly. Feeling the lycan’s gaze on her heaving chest. Fur coat straining to contain her. A blush rushed into his pale cheeks. A familiar sight that would never cease to amuse her. “Everything. Your flesh and your heat. Your love. Your devotion. Your loyalty. All and more. Serve me well, and you’ll know ever pleasure your heart has ever desired.”
A flush of warmth ran through the lycan, thighs hot against hers. She doubted it was the contents of her words that he took to like, rather her touch, tone, and the sight she offered. “I- I can’t.”
“Beast you belong to me, the choice to serve is not your own. Only the choice of you well you do.” She ran her gripped hand across his chest. Up his free arm. Settling on his wrist. Rubbing at the scarred flesh. “Look.” He winced at her touch. “No silver. Serve me with devotion, and you’ll never know chains or a cage. You’ll be free, beast, to come and do as you please. As long as you give yourself to me. Everything. Your body, your soul.”
“You- you, you would let me leave?”
Catherine nodded, aware of his thoughts. “When I know your faith.” It wasn’t long, he’d agree to it, a false promise, or so he’d believe. Buying his time until the day he was allowed his freedom. He’d go determined to never return and find himself unable to. Pausing beneath a sunlit door frame. Remembering the pain of his past life, and the pleasure of his knew one. And even if he could pull himself away from her. Well, he wouldn’t get far, and she’d always know where to find him. “Swear your loyalty to me. Forsake your Queen. Swear it Pet. I ask far less of my subjects and give so much more.”
She watched his eyes carefully. The wheels turning behind them. Processing her words while trying to cope with her touch. He was failing at least on the latter, his member at full length within her palm. Thumb toying with his tip as she worked the shaft. “Serve me.” She drew her hands away, his legs kicking and squirming at her absence. Grabbing the bodice of her coat and tugging. Shoving out her chest. Fur once more straining, with another tug her breast spilled forth, his hips rising in response. “Serve me.” She echoed, grabbing his shoulders as she slowly lowered his body onto hers. “You’ll never have to fight again, never need to watch your friends die, again.” She gasped as their chest met, lycan’s heat embracing her. Chin resting on him, his prick hard against her belly.
Her lithe fingers ran through his hair. “Say it. Oli.”
“That’s- that’s not my name.”
Soft laughter escaped. “A new name, for your new life. The old one is dead to you. No, don’t fret. You haven’t lost everything. Your friends, your family, they can join us.” As long as they were as pretty as him.
To her delight he shook his head. Catherine let her body sink onto his, arching out her backside, wiggling her hips as she slid down his body rubbing her breast against him. Cock twitching. “Swear to me. Forsake her. Say it.” His legs now caught beneath her torso, planting a kiss on his chest, extending her tongue; trailing, as she worked her way down his body. Flicking between the grooves of his tone abdomen. He grabbed her shoulders, a weak attempt to push her away or to still himself, she couldn’t quite tell. His dick twitched as it brushed her breast, a heavy moan escaping as she wedged her member within her ample bosom. “Surrender to me.” She said, grabbing his chin between two fingers. “I have so much to offer.” She twisted his head to the side, towards Dane’s cell. Never taking her eyes off him.
“You-you actually did it.”
Of course, she had. “You’ll learn not to doubt me.” Catherine smiled. “Do you want him? An opportunity to return all he did to you. Look at my dearest, his pleasure. Oli, would you want that?”
He nodded.
“Give yourself to me.” She let go of his chin, rubbing still as she ran her hands down the lycan’s body onto hers, settling on her breast, pressing them tight together. Oli writhing beneath her, stick out his hips. Catherine gasped in delight. She was warm all over it, but felt a fire being drilled into her chest. She lifted her body just to lower onto him. Working his member. He groaned throwing back his head. Squeezing her shoulders.
“You can have him. And so much more. Look at me.” He did, lifting his head, meeting her crimson gaze. She slowly spoke the name. “Lucia.” His eyes went wider and she felt her warmer still. “She can be yours. I can give her to you. Would you like that?”
“Yes!” Another roll of his hips. A spare of flame piercing her chest. He felt a bit of his pleasure leaking from him.
“Lucia caught between you and me.” He was throbbing. “Or would you rather be caught between us.”
“Ahh.” He grunted and pushed out his hips. No more resisting it seemed, he thrust against her body. “Yes, yes. I want them. I want her. I’ll- I’ll do-ahh” Catherine smirked squeezing her chest in tighter. Oli thrashing with desperation.
“Ahhnything. Please. Catherine I swear to you. I’m yours. I forsake Alena. Just please.” His eyes flicked down to her chest. Gasping as she teased.
Marcus sighed, looking up at his lover, bearing the slightest of grins. “The very one, my love. Though I can’t help, but wonder. Why bother when you’re only going to take it off?”
Catherine slowly arched a perfect eyebrow. She wouldn’t point out the hypocrisy of it. It was likely what he wanted. She humored him. “The mystery my love. The anticipation.”
From where Marcus stood, there wasn’t much mystery beneath her fur coat. It clung tight to Catherine’s form and took someone of very little imagination to wonder what it kept secret. And of course, the coat left much of her chest bare, cleavage adorned by pink frills. That wouldn’t keep anyone warm on a cold night. He tore his gaze away to look Catherine in the eye. “Share our sire with me tonight, Catherine. Your pet will be waiting for you.”
“And he won’t?” Catherine smiled, approaching. Looked down at Dane just for a moment.
“Catherine, we’ve hardly shared in him. The beast is one of many. You can’t say that of him, can you?” He said, running a hand down the vampire’s exposed back. Planting a kiss on his shoulder.
It was an appealing sight. Marcus lips on Dane’s body. And the delight her lover took in their sire tickled Catherine to no end, it was all a shadow of what the lycan could give her. “Marcus. He’s brought me little pleasure. You know this.” His body was cold and weak, and no matter what she did, no matter what they did, Dane abstained. Not a single moan or cry of pain. Eyes dead and still. Never reacting.
“Catherine, I know.” He pulled away from Dane, moving to stand beside Catherine, grabbing her hand. “We’ll break him still. We have all the time in the world.”
“Precisely.” She pressed her lips onto his.
Marcus could have winced; he’d walk right into that one. If this was the way it had to be, after he was done with Dane there was little doubt Catherine would be waiting for him. With the lycan’s heat within her. As much as he loathed the thought of one laying their hands on Catherine, their blood had always left his lover with a pleasing heat, and greater strength, all for his delight. “Very well.” He said laying his hand on her cheek as she pulled away turning. Leaving him admiring the sway in her every step. “I’m sure you’re enjoying this.” Marcus said quietly, laying a hand on his sire’s smooth shoulders. “But, it won’t last. You’ll break for her, Dane. Even if it’s just an act. I know your one fear. I’m not scared to take your life. In fact, I think I’d quite enjoy it. After all, at the end we’re all damned anyway.” Marcus swore he heard a snort, a snicker of laughter, but it was all in his head. Dane had remained as still as stone.
Catherine was cold to her core. The will it’d taken to not indulge in her beast could never be understated. She wanted him whole and healthy, and in the long run he’d have more to give her. But it had been a harrowing experience. What a day without their blood did to her. It was agonizing, she felt on edge, every slight inconvenience a frustration, every frustration a torture. But it was over soon. She took in the sight of her new pet lying across her bed. Chest length blonde hair splayed across his lean frame. He was tall, long armed and legged, and of pleasing length. Though they were closed now his eyes were a dreamy shade between blue and gray. How Dane had managed to find such a pleasing to look upon beast in short notice was a wonder to her. Coupled with her sire, they’d made quite the pairing. Her pet lost in bliss. Even his proclivities suited her. Sighing she looked down at the man. Even from here she could feel his heat.
Catherine knelt on the edge of the mattress, biting her lip. It was so tempting to take him now, but if she could just wait, he would awaken soon. Dane had kept him in a sorry state, and she’d taken quite a bit of blood, but he’d had at least a days’ worth of rest. Certainly. Unbeknownst to her Catherine’s emerald eyes flashed red. Edging towards the lycan. Another sigh. As she felt a tad warmer. Like she’d entered a bubble of heat surrounding the beast. And maybe she had. Lifting a knee she straddled his legs and gasped as her thighs made contact with her bare skin. A shiver ran through the vampiress as heat spiked through her legs. She moaned, shamefully. It’d been barely a day and a half since he’d graced her with his blood and heat. So little, and she was so sensitive. This was a weakness she knew that to be true, but couldn’t care. Subtly she worked her hips, just to feel more of him. Her hands fell onto his lean chest, warmth running up the length of her arms. He’d wake soon. She knew he would. He just had to.
Carefully watching the rise and fall of his chest, a grunt and meaty slap drew Catherine’s attention. Her head snapped towards her husband. A smile growing on her lips as he entered their sire. At least Marcus was making the most of it. Beneath her the lycan seemed to stir. Stoking that warmth in her thighs. Gasping as her still healing wound burned pleasantly. Looking between her pet and sire. Soon she’d make the most of Dane as well. It was a shame to admit, but the weakness was one she couldn’t deny was it?
Catherine ran her fingers down his abdomen, wrapping around his flacid member as she rested the other on her bare leg. Right on the bullet wound, gently caressing. It felt far too nice for such a simple motion. Closing her eyes, sinking into the feeling. The beast a sleepy sound before stirring.
The vampiress sat up straight, staring down at her captive with a most pleased smile. Hand still wrapped around his length, playing as the lycan’s eyes shot wide open. “Wh-where am I?” He kicked and squirmed beneath her, but she had him thoroughly held.
“Shh.” She said watching as his panicked gaze flicked about the room. Gently working his hardening member. He gasped, eyes finally setting on her, she reached out to caress his chest. “Shh, you’re okay, you’re safe.” His warm grip closed around her wrist. She had to make a deliberate effort not to squirm.
“Catherine.” He said, recognition and understanding finally settling in. “What do you want from me?”
So, she’d left an impression. That tickled. He’d been in such an addled state. “Pet, I think you know.” Her fangs poked out from beneath her brilliant smile. Gently working her hips. Catherine inhaled, arching her back not so subtly. Feeling the lycan’s gaze on her heaving chest. Fur coat straining to contain her. A blush rushed into his pale cheeks. A familiar sight that would never cease to amuse her. “Everything. Your flesh and your heat. Your love. Your devotion. Your loyalty. All and more. Serve me well, and you’ll know ever pleasure your heart has ever desired.”
A flush of warmth ran through the lycan, thighs hot against hers. She doubted it was the contents of her words that he took to like, rather her touch, tone, and the sight she offered. “I- I can’t.”
“Beast you belong to me, the choice to serve is not your own. Only the choice of you well you do.” She ran her gripped hand across his chest. Up his free arm. Settling on his wrist. Rubbing at the scarred flesh. “Look.” He winced at her touch. “No silver. Serve me with devotion, and you’ll never know chains or a cage. You’ll be free, beast, to come and do as you please. As long as you give yourself to me. Everything. Your body, your soul.”
“You- you, you would let me leave?”
Catherine nodded, aware of his thoughts. “When I know your faith.” It wasn’t long, he’d agree to it, a false promise, or so he’d believe. Buying his time until the day he was allowed his freedom. He’d go determined to never return and find himself unable to. Pausing beneath a sunlit door frame. Remembering the pain of his past life, and the pleasure of his knew one. And even if he could pull himself away from her. Well, he wouldn’t get far, and she’d always know where to find him. “Swear your loyalty to me. Forsake your Queen. Swear it Pet. I ask far less of my subjects and give so much more.”
She watched his eyes carefully. The wheels turning behind them. Processing her words while trying to cope with her touch. He was failing at least on the latter, his member at full length within her palm. Thumb toying with his tip as she worked the shaft. “Serve me.” She drew her hands away, his legs kicking and squirming at her absence. Grabbing the bodice of her coat and tugging. Shoving out her chest. Fur once more straining, with another tug her breast spilled forth, his hips rising in response. “Serve me.” She echoed, grabbing his shoulders as she slowly lowered his body onto hers. “You’ll never have to fight again, never need to watch your friends die, again.” She gasped as their chest met, lycan’s heat embracing her. Chin resting on him, his prick hard against her belly.
Her lithe fingers ran through his hair. “Say it. Oli.”
“That’s- that’s not my name.”
Soft laughter escaped. “A new name, for your new life. The old one is dead to you. No, don’t fret. You haven’t lost everything. Your friends, your family, they can join us.” As long as they were as pretty as him.
To her delight he shook his head. Catherine let her body sink onto his, arching out her backside, wiggling her hips as she slid down his body rubbing her breast against him. Cock twitching. “Swear to me. Forsake her. Say it.” His legs now caught beneath her torso, planting a kiss on his chest, extending her tongue; trailing, as she worked her way down his body. Flicking between the grooves of his tone abdomen. He grabbed her shoulders, a weak attempt to push her away or to still himself, she couldn’t quite tell. His dick twitched as it brushed her breast, a heavy moan escaping as she wedged her member within her ample bosom. “Surrender to me.” She said, grabbing his chin between two fingers. “I have so much to offer.” She twisted his head to the side, towards Dane’s cell. Never taking her eyes off him.
“You-you actually did it.”
Of course, she had. “You’ll learn not to doubt me.” Catherine smiled. “Do you want him? An opportunity to return all he did to you. Look at my dearest, his pleasure. Oli, would you want that?”
He nodded.
“Give yourself to me.” She let go of his chin, rubbing still as she ran her hands down the lycan’s body onto hers, settling on her breast, pressing them tight together. Oli writhing beneath her, stick out his hips. Catherine gasped in delight. She was warm all over it, but felt a fire being drilled into her chest. She lifted her body just to lower onto him. Working his member. He groaned throwing back his head. Squeezing her shoulders.
“You can have him. And so much more. Look at me.” He did, lifting his head, meeting her crimson gaze. She slowly spoke the name. “Lucia.” His eyes went wider and she felt her warmer still. “She can be yours. I can give her to you. Would you like that?”
“Yes!” Another roll of his hips. A spare of flame piercing her chest. He felt a bit of his pleasure leaking from him.
“Lucia caught between you and me.” He was throbbing. “Or would you rather be caught between us.”
“Ahh.” He grunted and pushed out his hips. No more resisting it seemed, he thrust against her body. “Yes, yes. I want them. I want her. I’ll- I’ll do-ahh” Catherine smirked squeezing her chest in tighter. Oli thrashing with desperation.
“Ahhnything. Please. Catherine I swear to you. I’m yours. I forsake Alena. Just please.” His eyes flicked down to her chest. Gasping as she teased.