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The day was warm, the sun shining down onto the world below with nary a cloud in the sky to block it. A fine, lush forest sounded out with the caws of birds and the occasionally prowling of an animal. The trees formed a nice canopy, giving several areas of shade all through the place for beasts and explorers alike to enjoy their day. The only thing currently cutting through the natural peace was the sight of a woman, clad in black robes, walking through the greenery.

In her hand she held a small, glowing blue ball that she stared into, her long, red hair cascading over her shoulders and her piercing, green eyes shining through the dim shade of the trees. "Alright... if this bloody ball is right I should be close to the stomping ground." She mused to herself before tapping her ball a few times. For days she'd been hiking and gliding through the woods, searching off of rumors and heresay. Legends told of a beast that stalked these woods, a man bull that petrified any local villagers from hunting too deep and made them lock their children up every night. Theodora had assured them that she could passify and remove this creature for a considerable fee. The people had scrounged up a good couple hundred gold to pay the witch, a total she would see hers by the time she returned.

Little did those peasants know, though, that she would have found this beast regardless, their cooperation was just icing on the cake. A minotaur, a big beast with muscles beyond compare, it would make a wonderful addition to her collection. She would hum lightly as she walked through, eventually coming to a clearing where the grass was parted and stomped down, a big opening where the bull no doubt ran often, she would lay in wait, her black robes hiding her well under the dark canopy.

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That trail led to a coursing stream where he took his rest. A towering figure with the head, hooves and tail of a bull knelt by the water's edge, the muscles of his bare back rippling beneath the coarse auburn fur covering his body as he stooped forward to drink the cool water from his cupped hands. He was an impressive specimen to be sure. Clad in only a simple deerhide loincloth, his powerful physique openly displayed the bull man's physical power. Little wonder that so few had been brave enough to challenge him.

Long had he roamed these wilds, taking what he liked and doing as he pleased. With the heavy spear on the ground beside him, far too heavy for a normal man to wield, he had slain any who dared come after him. If only he knew of what awaited him today.

Having properly rested, the great minotaur turned back to the clearing, unaware that he was being watched. The earth trembled beneath his mighty hooves with every step he took. A fat, wide tongue licked at his leathery lips as he thought of where he might hunt next.

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The size, the muscle, that tongue! Everything about this beast had Theodora positively throbbing already. Her black robe was already pitched in the front. She moved silently from the shadows, walking to the edge of the canopy. She would whistle towards the minotaur, her emerald eyes catching him as she did so, "Hello~" She cooed sweetly to the massive beast.

The woman's form would be quite full, heavy breasts held up under her robe with a good window to her cleavage. Her eyes slid up and down the mighty creature, "My my my my my, those villagers weren't kidding. You are quite the beast of a man indeed." She would step into the light, still letting her eyes feast upon his body, centering often on his mouth. There were so many things she wished to do to him.

From the sleeve of her robe the woman would pull a long, red cloth, holding it up beside herself and letting it drape down to reveal a proper drape of red velvet. "Come on, big boy, chase the red." She cooed, waving the cloth at him to taunt the massive creature.

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A distinctly feminine voice sent his head turning her way. From beneath his loincloth his own body stirred with the beginnings of a familiar primal hunger. Dark eyes centered on her full, covered breasts. Oh yes, she would do nicely.

Before he could move, the tiny woman had drawn a red velvet cloth. As soon as she started waving the infuriating cloth around, the bull man's eyes were locked on it. Unable to control his bestial rage, the minotaur let out a distinctly bovine bellow at the top of his lungs and charged her, head down to allow his horns to gore the offending cloth. Thus blinded, his spear forgotten, he ended up charging past the woman herself.

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The woman would stand strong as the colossal beast bent and charged her. She would continue to wave the cloth about insultingly even as he approached. She stifled a laugh as she twirled to the side, letting him slam right into the cloth. His horns would pierce into it and the woman would release it, letting the massive man rush off with it.

The beast would feel the cloth cover his head, blinding him momentarily with the red coloration. However, mere moments after he had straightened back up, the cloth would begin to expand downwards, sliding over his large chest. The large beast would be able to hear a haughty laugh from behind him as the woman shook her head, "Such an excitable one."

Soon the beast would feel his arms getting locked up in the cloth, starting to feel as hard as metal chains, only growing tighter and stronger as he struggled against him. The cloth would open up around his head, letting him see once more, though it would stay roped around his horns. The cloth would only continue to slide down his body, covering his whole form, even locking around his legs. Balance would soon become difficult and his struggling would no doubt send him crashing to the ground, completely prone under the magical cloth.

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Roaring in fury even as he fell, the minotaur's struggles were comical to behold. The more he fought, the tighter his bonds became, until he was well and truly paralyzed. Still he huffed and glared in unchecked rage at his captor. The cloth pulled tighter around his great horns, painfully stretching his back as it forced his head upwards to meet her gaze.

He bucked helplessly, but was unable to do much more than uselessly kick his hooves. At last he gave up, and the panting minotaur growled out in slow words. "Let... go!"

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The woman would hum, coming up to the thrashing head of the minotaur. Once he finally stopped his pointless thrashing she would kneel down in front of him and run her hand along his head. "Aww, such a cute, strong boy." She said, trailing a finger along one of his horns, "Don't you worry, dear, I'll let you go in just a little while. I've got lots and lots of work to do with this big body of yours."

Theodora would stand and undo her robes, letting them fall to the ground around her and reveal her naked form. The first, most shocking thing the minotaur would see would be the large, throbbing cock that swung up between the "woman's" legs. She would smile and grasp it, giving it a few strokes before slapping it against his nose. After that she would stroll around his body, going to his rear end.

With a snap of her fingers the bonds around him would tighten specifically and she would flip him onto his stomach, letting his backside greet her. "Ooooh, it's even better up close." She cooed before he would feel both of her small, human hands grab onto his rump, squishing and squeezing his cheeks, spreading them apart to oggle his tight, minotaur hole. "I'm going to be giving you a very long day, cutie." She called up to him before one of her hands reared back, then a sharp slap fell onto his cheek.

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All while she appraised the bound minotaur like prized livestock, he roared curses and threats in that guttural voice, but when her robes fell away his voice died in his throat. What manner of woman was she? Seeing her dick throbbing in anticipation sent a shiver down the bull's spine. He wasn't going to let this happen! Oh, if only the brute could see the delicious iron at play here. How many maidens had he violently deflowered in this field, many of them as helpless as he was now?

He had to escape, had to fight! He roared defiantly at the feeling of her creamy hands against his firm, furry cheeks. His little dark pucker clenched in fear, his tail flicking to and fro in a vain attempt to stop her inspection. Oh yes, there was an audible slap when her palm connected with his firm ass, followed by a shocked bellow. His muscles visibly rippled with the effort to break his bonds, but his strength was no match for her magic.

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Theodora hummed fondly as she looked down at that tight, squeezing hole. She licked her lips before spitting down onto it, grabbing firm handfuls of his behind. "The more you struggle the tighter the bonds are going to get~" She cooed in a strangely sweet voice. She would give his behind another hard slap before she scooted closer on her knees. The minotaur would have seen how large the woman's cock was, but nothing would have been able to prepare him for the feeling of that massive shaft slapping between his cheeks.

The thick slab of meat, feeling more like the shaft of another bull than of a human's, would get sandwiched right between the bull man's firm ass cheeks as the witch gripped them firmly. "Ooooh yes, this is going to be fun. These furry cheeks feel so nice." The woman would start sliding her shaft between the bull's cheeks as her small hand reached below him, grabbing onto the shaft of his cock and pulling it down to reveal it. "Oh my, such a big cock on you too." She called up to him. He would hear the woman snap her fingers before a sudden pressure hit the center of his cock, clutching the urethra firmly as the woman's hands moved up to start grabbing and squeezing his heavy balls, all the while still grinding her cock between his ass cheeks.

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Indeed, big didn't begin to cover it. Twin free-hanging leathery balls as big as her head sat below a vein, dark horsecock nearly the length of her body. Were it not for his own massive size, such a magnificent tool might have seemed ridiculous. A shame even this pillar of masculinity wasn't immune to her incantations, as without warning he felt an unbearable pressure deep in his urethra.

He was was breathing quite heavily now, the minotaur feeling fear for the first time in his life. No matter how he twisted and turned, he couldn't push her meat off of his supple ass. And the more he fought, the tighter his bonds became. To his disgust, her touch was easing him to full mast. Unable to move, he merely growled that she would pay for what was coming as soon as he got free.

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Theodora would grin as the beast threatened her, though she could see his cock getting stiff and strong below her own. Her hands would grab and squeeze the man's meaty balls, hefting them up and grinning, "Oh yes... this big, heavy sack." She growled, running her hand along the leathery, furry skin as she bit her lip.

Finally her hands would release his heavy balls and go back up to grabbing his behind, thrusting back and forth between his cheeks for a few more moments before she moved for the head of her mammoth cock to press against the male's tight, clenching hole. "Now, time for me to break in this tight little hole. I'm sure you'll loosen up well, but you don't get to cum until my say so, big boy." She called up before swatting his behind once again.

Soon after her hands would grab onto his muscular hips as she pushed inside, the bulbous head of her cock piercing the tight ring of his asshole. She would moan out as his tight passage gripped her dick, his virginity stolen quite expertly by the wicked witch woman. "Oooof... Loosen up, bull boy! I can barely fit the tip in your tight ass." She mocked, spanking his ass once again as she started inching inside.

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Varok roared, cursed and bellowed in anger at what was done to him. God, it hurt so much! His clenching virgin pucker resisted her invading rod, earning a pained howl as his tight passage was made to yield to the witch. This was really happening, he realized in horror. The proud, terrifying scourge of the wilds was about to become her bitch. No! Not like this!

Another hard slap bounced off his rippling ass cheek, causing the minotaur's back to arch from the sudden, sharp pain. Lost in the momentary sensation, his sphincter relaxed for only an instant but that was all she would need to properly claim him. "Grr! N-No! Get... off!" To his horror he was getting harder as if he were the one claiming her. Those mighty legs of his kicked helplessly at the air, trying in vain to push himself to his feet or at the very least crawl away, but nothing happened. He was right where she wanted him.

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Theodora would moan and grunt as she slipped her thick cock deeper into the beast man's tight ass, spreading his furry cheeks apart as she sank in even deeper. When his ass relaxed for a short moment she let several inches of her engorged erection slide inside of him, not stopping until her waist pressed right against his firm ass cheeks. "Ooooh, there we go! All the way inside. I can feel your tight ass gripping every inch of my dick, you big bitch." She would growl before slapping the bull's behind once again.

She would glance down and smile as she saw the beast's cock stiffening further and his heavy balls twitching. She would reach a hand down and heft one of those heavy orbs, "Mmm, look at that, your balls are already twitching, building up lots of sticky, minotaur cum.... hmm, it's too bad you won't get to cum for some time, dear." She said before she dropped his testicle and slapped his ass cheek once more. The constant slaps to his rear would slowly be making his firm backside more raw and sensitive the more she did it.

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The writhing minotaur tried clenching his ass anew, but it was far too late. All his efforts accomplished now was a tighter grip on the witch's conquering tool, and judging by the whorish moans behind him she was thoroughly enjoying the sensations. This was so humiliating! He thanked the gods that nobody from the village could see this. Her words shamed him. No, he wasn't her bitch! His eyes clenched shut but alas, no rest could be found. The familiar WHAP from his increasingly sore ass prevented him from escaping into the safety of his thoughts.

Theodora was so big! Was this what it would feel like with another bull? The thought sent a shudder through his powerful body. If anyone had dared ask the bull that morning if he was straight, he would have vigorously defended his unchecked love of tight, wet vaginas. Yet here he was, fucked in the ass by a relatively tiny woman, and moaning like a cow in heat every time her girthy tip pushed against his prostate. Despite his every thought to the contrary, his body was beginning to enjoy the rough treatment. Every push of her thick rod came a little easier than the last, and every roar of willful defiance was slowly being replaced with lustful panting and breathy, needy moans.

As if to further mark his shame, his traitorous horsecock freely spewed forth a thick rope of his sticky, smelly precum. Those balls of his throbbed with aching need, and were firm to her touch. There was the familiar tug in his core, but her spell denied him his orgasm! For such a virile creature, the denial was agony to the trapped male. As her fingers ever so casually inspected his quivering orbs, another jet of musky pre shot forth across the grass beneath him. He was moaning with each slap now. Every sharp blow against his taut ass drew more attention to the pounding he was receiving, making him oh so receptive to the expert fucking he was taking.

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Theodora would growl and grunt as her animalistic thrusts slapped her slim waist against the Minotaur's taught asscheeks. "Mmmf, you're getting perfectly shaped for my dick, you big brute." She called up to him, her hands gripping his hips as she slammed back and forth, "You're starting to turn into quite the little fuck cow for me." As his cock shot big globs of precum onto the grass below she would grin and reach a hand down, delivering a few quick smacks to the minotaur's massive balls, "And I love watching these balls twitch and build up all that jizz."

As she kept thrusting her hand would gently pet his sac before sliding along his thick cock, giving it a few pumps though her hand wouldn't be able to close around that massive length. "You wanna cum?" She finally asked as she kept thrusting deep into his tight, squeezing rear. "I'll let you cum, but you have to submit to me, bull man." She would pull her hand back and slap his big behind once again, a bit harder this time, "I want to make you my new pet, you'll fit wonderfully with this big, hulking body and tight, fuckable ass. You'll get to be my sexy errand boy and cock sock."

She would grin and grab onto his cheeks, spreading them apart as her thrusts grew harder and faster, a truly inhuman fucking being delivered to his once pristine behind. "You'll finally get to cum and then some, you just need to be my cow!"


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This was quite the prize: the Phoenix, Jean Grey-Summers, was now in the custody of the Hellfire Club. One of the most powerful mutants on earth was now in their clutches. At present, she was asleep: drugged. She laid in a bed in an ornate room, candles giving off low light that reflected off of her green and gold costume and fiery red hair...

In the corner, Emma Frost was checking herself in the mirror. The task to convert Jean to her side fell to her, a task she was very apt for given her own powerful telepathic abilities, enough to rival even Professor Xavier. First thing was first, however: in all things, she must be presentable. As the White Queen, she wore an all white ensemble of a corset, opera gloves, leggings, and thigh-high boots. In her hands, a tube of blue lipstick, which she slowly and carefully ran over her plump lips, pressing them together to ensure the color sets...

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Ideally, Jean liked to believe she was near omniscient. She could see all things, and predict all outcomes. Except, of course, in the realm of encountering other telepaths, those on the same, or at least near playing field as herself. Emma, naturally, was one of those. An Evil Queen in all the fairy tale sense of the words, Jean had come to learn that every action of the coldhearted blonde had an ulterior motive... it would have been nice if she had predicted this before it had happened.

"Hnnn... drugged, telepathy must be recovering." A mutter, quiet as a breath, as she slowly began to sit up. Tresses of scarlet hair fell like water down her shoulders, contrasting the sweet pale white of her face and the vibrant green of her outfit. Jean Grey was the Phoenix, yes, but she was always a beautiful woman before that mantle.

Eventually, she sensed the presence of another figure. Emma. The woman seemed to pay no attention to her, instead too focused on the mirror. What else is new? Jean thought to herself, pushing the desire to throw Emma through the walls with telekinesis before hearing her excuse. "And here I thought you couldn't get any lower."

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"What can I say? I'm a woman who knows what she wants, and does what it takes to take it..." Emma deflected Jean's verbal jab. She always viewed her as something of a rival: as telepaths, they were practically equals, the one woman she couldn't defeat in a fair mental fight. Thankfully, the drug that lingered in her system would give her the advantage she needed.

After making absolutely certain that she was satisfied with her looks, she slowly strolled to the bed and sat down beside her. Green and blue eyes locked. Emma's right hand then found Jean's left, and weaved their fingers together. Through their gloves, she could feel the wedding band on her finger. She envied her for having married Scott Summers. She wanted him for herself... but she wouldn't mind having his wife, instead.

Her other hand gently stroked Jean's face before she leaned in and placed her lips on the older woman's cheek, kissing it tenderly, leaving blue lip marks on her soft, fair skin...

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Irritated was the first word, and the most simplified, to describe Jean's response to Emma's nonchalant manner. Always the Queen, always the superior woman, as if she needed to prove it to the entire world. The very thought boiled her blood, and left her wondering why Jean hadn't done the X-Men, and the world, a favor by eliminating the woman; completely, irreversibly.

"Get the hell off me." Though she was drugged, she still had access to some form of her telekinesis. The Phoenix was a cosmic force of nature, and Jean was the most powerful telepath on the planet. Drugs couldn't beat that. With narrowing, now glowing eyes, she used her telekinesis to throw Emma off the bed and into the wall. Not hard enough to send her through it, but enough to knock the wind out of her.

"You drug me, and you think---", her mind dizzied, still drowsy from the drugs, "---think I'm some kind of helpless?"

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Just before impact, Emma hardened her flesh into diamond-strong density. She was uninjured, but it was still an unpleasant experience to say the least. "So, you still have some fight in you..." Emma said. When she made eye contact with Jean once more, she immediately began to probe her mind, causing her psychokinesis to break focus for long enough to allow her to regain her footing. She then marched back to the bed, and grabbed a hold of Jean's face.

_Yes... fight... it'll make my victory all the more worthwhile..._ Jean would hear in her head. With that, Emma leaned down and forcefully kissed the older woman on her lips, and shoved her tongue down her mouth.

Time around them seemed to slow down to a crawl. In the real world, Emma was still forcefully kissing Jean, but in the Phoenix's mind, the White Queen was now groping one of her breasts, squeezing it, with her other hand diving between her thighs...

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Predictably, her telekinetic show of force did little more than annoy Emma, but that in itself was a victory. Anything that knocked the White Queen from her Ice Throne was enough to put a smile on her face. The thought of Emma, sitting crossed legged, with those perfectly manicured fingernails dancing on the edge of a frozen throne brought more hatred in her heart than Jean would care to admit... and that hatred was suddenly doubled.

"What are y---mmmnnff!" Jean exclaimed in shock. In essence, she wasn't entirely sure what she felt, aside from the force of the White Queen's tongue in her mouth. The world around her collapsed, literally, where walls of brick and mortar became walls of consciousness, and suddenly Jean felt Emma's hands over her body. Confusion soon gave way to anger as Jean roughly shoved Emma back (in the dream---in the real world, they were still kissing).

"What the fuck are you doing?" Fighting in the dream, but still locked in passionate lips in the real world. Jean just wasn't sure which was real or not.

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"Taking what is rightfully mine." Emma answered simply before snapping her fingers. Suddenly, shackles appeared on Jean's hands and feet, suspending her in an upright position. With the drugs inside her and Emma in her mind, telekinesis wouldn't save her now.

With Jean helpless before her, Emma also made her clothes disappear, revealing every inch of her pale nude skin. After taking a minute to appreciate her inner beauty, Emma started to run her hands over Jean's generous breasts, groping and massaging them before taking one of her puckering nipples into her mouth and sucking on it like a hungry child...

Meanwhile, in the real world, Emma slowly broke the kiss with Jean. She had become more docile since she invaded her mind, and began to kiss her neck, all while her hands explored her body, rubbing her breasts and stroking her pussy through her green suit...

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"Yours? I don't think---" once again, Jean was caught off. Not by a kiss, fortunately this time. Instead by a now shackled position where Emma could, god forbid, proclaim her self-processed superiority. Struggling with ferocity, Jean attempted to utilize her telekinesis, but this time it wouldn't work. Her mind was too scrambled, nor did she realize that this reality wasn't real---it was a fabrication.

And in the fabrication, only the maker had the power. "Get... off me." Jean muttered beneath her breath, skin shivering at the sudden exposure. Naked, she was helpless as Emma played with her breasts, lush pink nipples coming alive in the woman's grasp. Jean could only squirm, still trying desperately to resist. She just needed time, a moment to conspire her counter. And to ignore whatever Emma was trying to pull.

[User] Emma pulled Jean's head back by her hair, exposing her neck. She started to kiss the pale skin of her neck, sucking on her trachea, while her hand slid a middle and ring finger into her snatch, penetrating deep into her. Her other hand slid down her backside, with her middle finger now probing her anus...

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The vivid moan came out of her like a breath as she was pulled back and her pussy was suddenly invaded by fingers. Her pussy was not wet, nor was she in the slightest aroused in this reality. If anything, she was furious that this was happening, but still---she could not deny the feeling of Emma's perfected digits inside her.

"Oh no, oh no... don't you dare." That dare, was of course, directed to the finger etching towards her anus. She pushed and pulled at her restraints, which only helped to ride Emma's fingers, now pleasure beginning to form in her chest. She couldn't let Emma turn her on...

[User] After teasing her cunt and anus for a minute, Emma had Jean fall to her knees. Standing before her, Emma was now nude, and now had an erect penis growing from her clitoris. She put her hand on Jean's head, pinched her nose shut, and crammed her cock into her velvet throat...


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The treasure room seemed to stretch on forever; a yawning cavern glittering with gold and precious stones the likes of which Locke had never seen before. He knew that the fabled legends of dragons hoarding vast riches were true, but he never imagined the sheer volume of wealth that was before him. There was no way he could carry even a fraction of it back down the mountain; it was a miracle that he''d managed to make it to the cavern at all, and he'd rather not loose his life getting back down.

The mountain loomed high over his village, and the roaring of it's great host made the trees shake. People were terrified of the dragon, but also awed by it---Locke was one of the latter. He'd always had a dangerous infatuation for exciting adventures and fame. The chance of glory outside his hometown had been too much temptation to resist, especially after he'd liberated a map of the mountain paths from a visiting caravan party a couple of weeks ago. He'd spied the way to the cavern, charted the course an waited until the mighty roars had faded from hearing.

His gamble that the beast had left it's home had paid off, and now he was standing in front of the greatest heist of his entire life---possibly the greatest ever. Had anyone in memory successfully robbed a dragon? Locke doubted it, and he couldn't help but laugh at his own good fortune as he scrambled about in the glittering piles for the best pieces. He didn't want to stay for too long; in and out before the beast got back. Locke was a thief and a daring acrobat, not a fighter. He had no intention of seeing the flying lizard's reaction at his intrusion. Soon enough his pockets and satchel were full to bursting, and he was forced to leave a few pieces to still be able to move at a decent pace. Happy and ready to return home, he turned and began to carefully pick his way back towards the cavern entrance...

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There was no sign of the dragon---not a sound, not a gust of wind until, without warning, the surprisingly agile beast swooped down and landed right at the entrance. A massive beast, two or three times the size of any horse Locke had ever seen. The beast snarled---long neck arching down as its massive wings folded behind it. Locke suddenly heard a loud voice in his head---booming, taking over any other thoughts as the dragon 'spoke'

"Who are you, human?" it asked, looking the man up and down. "And why do you have my gold?" It continued, it's tone almost... sarcastic. The beast was angry---as was to be expected, and more so curious. It wasn't often a human could even get CLOSE to his lair without getting detected. The dragon waited, impatiently, for a response. He gave a snarl, stepping threateningly forward---wondering just what to do with the human---"I asked you a question, boy." it said with a loud snarl.

The beast had been collecting treasure for centuries, starting with nothing---as most dragons did. He had earned this hoard and damn if the human was going to try and take it from him

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He was out! There were only a few more steps between him and freedom, and already Locke was fantasizing about how he'd tell the story of his epic triumph. He'd say he deftly escaped the beast, maybe cut one of its wings in passing---make himself the bold hero who people would talk about for years to come. He grinned to himself and hoisted the gold higher on his back, before suddenly the entrance in front of him grew ominously dark.

There had been no warning before the great dragon descended to block his way. Locke cried out in shock, stumbling to a halt and immediately casting his eyes around for somewhere to hide. That idea was soon put to rest however, as he heard an echoing voice dominate his ears. It was inside his head! He could hardly think over it, and swallowed thickly as he stared up at the beast. "I... well... I, um..."

What could he say? He jumped and retreated back as the dragon moved forwards, lifting his hands quickly in surrender. A blade against those scales would be useless. "You, ah, you caught me!" He cleared his throat, deciding to try a touch of flattery to get out of this mess. "I mean, oh great dragon! I should have known better than to trespass on your sacred hall!" He bowed his head, his eyes continuing their frantic search for a way out. "Please forgive this worthless human, mighty Sky God!"

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The dragon gave a low growl as the their began to beg for forgiveness. "Damn right I caught you" it said with a snarl---listening to the man's grovelling---the beast's giving a smoke-filled huff as the man begged. "You come here and try to steal from me and then ask for forgiveness?" He said, his voice booming in the man's head. "Yet you are still trying to find a way to escape. With my things. Greedy human." it snarled, slowly plodding forward,causing the thief to back up into the cave. "Put it back" He snarled. The dragon was intrigued by the human---no one had gotten so close to stealing his things before, and there was a certain respect that came with that for sure. "What were you planning on doing with my treasure, human?" the dragon asked, leaning down and using it's snout to shove the human toward the treasure pile

The beast was warm to the touch, which would honestly surprise the boy, the beast's warm breath on the man's back---the dragon was uncomfortably close to him---watching the thief's every move, ready to strike if he so much as flinched the wrong direction.

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"I, ah... should I not ask for forgiveness?" Locke muttered, clearing his throat nervously. He'd thought that a dragon would be prideful enough to puff out that great scaly chest and send him on his way with a warning, but apparently not. His posture grew rigid as he was (quite rightly) called out on wanting to escape with the treasure; he was sure that the few trinkets he'd plucked from the pile wouldn't be missed---the dragon was the greedy one, not him! He just wanted a bit of recognition, was that so wrong?

"Put- Put it back?" He repeated, eyes widening as he was herded back into the cave, his feet slipping across golden coins and jewels in the process. He'd have nothing to show for his adventure if he gave everything back! "I just... I just wanted to... to be in a story!" Locke shouted, his hands still held high before the large snout nudged against his chest to send him tumbling back against one mountain of gold.

The beast was warmer than he expected, and the hot breath spilling over him said more than Locke wanted about the fire that could burn him to a crisp in an instant. He swallowed and remained perfectly still where he'd landed, running his tongue over suddenly dry lips. How could he get out of this? "L-look... I'm nobody---just a thief, like you said! If you let me go I'll tell everyone to leave you alone, I'll... I'll do whatever you want!"

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The massive dragon watched the thief stumble and trip over the beast's bounty. Obviously unhappy with the man as he continued to prowl forward---standing over the their as he said that he would tell everyone to leave the dragon alone. "Most humans are already smart enough to leave a dragon alone and not steal his treasure..." the beast snarled out---leaning down close to the prone thief---laying back against the pile of gold. "You say that you will do anything I ask---yet my gold is still in your pockets!" it said with a snarl---suddenly darting forward and, with incredible precision, ripping off the thief's shirt, hood, and jacket---sending hold tumbling back to the pile.

The beast's eyes narrowed as it saw a gold coin in the thief's waistband, another huff of smoke "Greedy! Not a piece, not a handful, but MORE than you could fit in your pockets" it said, obviously getting angrier at the revelation. "You didn't want stories. You wanted riches" the dragon snarled out. "Strip, Locke." It said. Locke hadn't told the beast his name, but somehow it knew---the same way that Locke seemed to know that the beast's name was Iln. "I don't want you thinking you can sneak a single piece by me" the dragon said, leaning back just a little to see if the thief would obey or not. Behind the dragon, the thief would be able to see the clouds thinning---the harvest moon giving the dragon's silver scales a slight red glow.

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Shit. The dragon had a point; everyone already knew how utterly foolish it was to try and steal from the treasure cave high on the mountain, and Locke was quickly running out of arguments against his imminent death. All it would take was a swipe of one of those large claws and it would all be over. Suddenly the whole thing didn't seem like such a good idea. "Okay, okay! I'll put it back! I'll---aah!"

He cried out as the beast suddenly lunged forward to tear at his clothes, jerking back against the pile of gold as his upper body was suddenly bare. "I-I didn't mean to be greedy! I was just... just thrilled to be in the presence of such a great creature, I got carried away!" It was a lie, but he couldn't admit to his wrongdoing; it was obvious that the dragon wasn't pleased to say the least, and he didn't want to make it worse.

"Strip? You... want me to strip?" He blinked in shock for a few moments, lifting his arms in surrender. "So... if I show you I don't have anything, you'll let me go Iln?" Iln? Where had that name come from? Locke wasn't sure, but there were more pressing concerns as he reached for his belt, unfastened it just enough to let his pants slide down to his upper thighs. He turned around slowly, grinning sheepishly up towards the giant creature. "Is... that enough? I don't have anything else, I promise."

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The massive beast did not respond to any of the man's questions---simply enjoying the man's grovelling and watching to be sure he was not trying anything funny. The dragon gave a snarl---stepping toward Locke an beginning to shrink -before long the beast was walking on two legs---and towering over the thief---the beast had changed to something much more human. He stood over eight feet tall, still a giant, with thick muscles under shining scales, the beast's draconic snout giving a snarl. If the human were to look down he would notice that the dragon seemed to have no genitals---at least not showing. "I said strip" the beast said, pushing the man down to the floor and pulling off the man's pants and underwear---a few pieces falling from Locke's socks. Whenever the dragon hit a snag in removing a piece of clothing---he would simply tear it off with his claws. "Stand" Iln ordered, his words coming from his mouth and throat now, grabbing the thief, man-handing him until the man was standing up and facing the dragon.

The beast looked the man up and down---forcibly turning him around for a moment before turning him back. The beast looked down at the man's cock swinging in the air "Your cock..." The beast said, confused. "It's on the outside? all the time?" it asked

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"Eh? What?" Locke couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the great creature in front of him begin to shrink, revealing the tantalizing cave entrance far behind. By now it was truly nighttime, and his stomach lurched with the realization that he'd probably break his neck trying to climb down with only the light of the moon to guide him. He was trapped in more ways than one, and finding out more about dragons than he'd ever wanted to.

The dragon seemed to be a human shape, still covered in shimmering scales and pointed teeth, but Locke felt slightly better. Hopefully the shape-shifting meant that Iln wasn't about to eat him whole. "Look, that's not---woah!" Yet again he found himself pushed down to the golden floor, eyes widening as the dragon's claws began to tear at his clothes, pulling them away and shredding whatever fabric wouldn't immediately give way.

Locke blushed furiously and stumbled as he was hoisted to his feet, the sound of gold clinking in his discarded socks seeming to be very loud. He wished he'd not taken quite so much, but the situation had taken a bizarre turn as he was examined from head to foot. What was happening? Was Iln just curious? What? "Huh?" He blinked, needing a moment to process the question. He cleared his throat and promptly closed his hands over his groin, unable to help a curious glance down towards the dragon's smooth crotch. "I, ah, yes? But... maybe I could go now? I don't have anything else..."

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Iln smiled at the human being shy, covering his groin and taking note of the man glancing down at the beast's own crotch. "It's inside until it's ready to be used" The dragon said, a small slit where his cock should be. "There's no way you'll survive the climb down at night, you're stuck with me until I figure out what to do with you" the beast grinned, looking over his shoulder for a moment before turning back to Locke. "It's the Harvest moon... that explains a lot" He said, slowly pacing around Locke before pressing himself against the man's back---allowing the human to feel just how massive Iln was---towering over the human with powerful muscles under those rough scales.

"You see, Locke, Dragons are much more docile around the harvest moon... we are quite territorial normally but when the moon is close we become much less aggressive" He said with a smile---large hands holding the man's shoulders. "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to get close enough to each other to ever mate... dragons aren't very social creatures, as you've probably been told... but when the harvest moon comes around is when we reproduce... the problem is, there aren't any other dragons around here, not for miles... hasn't been since I was first hatched" the beast grinned.

Iln turned Locke around, placing a claw under the man's chin and forcing him to look up "Do you understand what I'm getting at, Locke? I have needs, and you're going to help me with them" he said---a heavy musk slowly beginning to permeate the air as the dragon's cock slowly began to poke out of the slit in his groin

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The last thing Locke expected upon breaking into the dragon's cave was a discussion about the more intimate parts of his anatomy. It was bizarre and uncomfortable, and the thief swallowed thickly at the very true fact that he wouldn't be going down the mountain that night. He was trapped, and he knew it. "I... don't suppose you could just let me have a corner to sleep in 'till morning?" It was a rhetorical question, and Locke froze as he suddenly felt the scaly body press against his back.

"O-Oh?" He offered a vague noise of acknowledgment as Iln told him of the large moon hanging low in the sky, lifting his gaze to blink at the sky outside. An unpleasant feeling curled tight in his gut, twisting with nerves as he felt large hands rest on his shoulders. Things were progressing very quickly, and Locke's eyes widened as the dragon spoke of mating.

"You, ah, must be pretty lonely..." He dreaded what would come next, and he stumbled slightly as he was encouraged to turn around, a clawed finger firmly tilting his face upwards. "I'm going to- What!?" He blinked quickly and squirmed at the lingering scent of masculinity that reached his nose, a nervous grin coming to his features. "You're... you're just scaring me, right? It's definitely worked, I won't ever come here again." He shook his head, moving to try and back away.

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The dragon was enjoying Locke's reactions---smiling at how flustered he became. "You were scared the second you saw me" He said with a grin, placing a massive hand down against the boy's chest. "You heart is racing..." Iln said before sliding it down the man's chest, over the boy's own cock before pulling away and forcing the man to face the beast---the massive dragon smiling as he towered over the human "I'm not just scaring you... us dragons have needs and you're going to help me" He said with a smile---his scent getting stronger as he suddenly forced the human down to his knees---the massive beast's cock was half-out and already massive, though flaccid. "Get to work, Iln" The dragon said---his thick cock had a tapered head with various ridges ad bumps that were designed for pleasure---the dragon giving a snarl as he pressed the human's face against the hot meat. "If you keep resisting, you'll have to do this again in the morning too" He said, rubbing his hardening length against the man's face.

The beast smiled as he saw the human bending to his powerful form---the dragon's cock slowly growing erect at the new stimulation, the sight of the man's face rubbing against his fat cock was quite the turn-on---he may have to find a human every year!

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"I wasn't-! I mean, I was scared but this is... something else!" He shuddered slightly as the large hand rested against his chest, unsure whether he should make a desperate sprint for the entrance or not. Chances were he wouldn't make it, but what was the alternative? Stay put and be reduced to some kind of draconic sex substitute? The thought made his heart leap to his throat, and he might have broke into a run at that point were it not for the scaly fingers wrapping around his cock.

He jumped and failed against the unwanted touch, grimacing towards the creature as Iln leaned forward, using his massive frame to block him in. Locke's knees hit the cave floor and he flinched, the thick smell of arousal hanging in the air around him as he was forced to look at the large shafts throbbing in front of him. It wasn't even hard, but it was far larger than anything Locke had seen before. Not that he'd seen much.

"Mmm! Oh, fuck..." He groaned, hands clenched against Iln's powerful thighs as he was pushed roughly against the ridged organ, precum slicking his cheeks before he heard the threat from above. There was no other option. Maybe if he made the dragon finish with his mouth, he wouldn't have to go any further. Satisfy the itch and leave with his life? Locke swallowed thickly and opened his mouth, shuddering around the thick tip as he wrapped his lips around it. He'd never touched another male before, and he coughed at the thick taste as his mouth was steadily stretched around the dragon's cock. It wouldn't fit. There was no way! His eyes widened and he looked up towards Iln with a desperate expression.

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The massive dragon gave a smirk as the man wrapped his lips around the pre-cum leaking tip, the thick rod filling his mouth with precum quickly, forcing the man to drink it down. "Mm..." He sighed---a massive hand placing itself at the back of Locke's head---Iln slowly pushing his thick cock into the man's mouth, pulling him back, then pushing him forward again---slowly face-fucking the human whether he wanted it or not. The dragon didn't seem to care much for the man's needs---giving a soft growl at the feel of the warm mouth against his cock. The beast pulled the man off of his cock before pressing it to the base of his shaft "Get it nice and wet" He said with a smile, slowly dragging Locke back and forth along the thick shaft---getting the man VERY acquainted with it, forcing him to cover the massive pole in spit.

Iln's precum drooled down onto the floor, all over Locke's exposed form before he was placed back at the leaking tip. "How much can you swallow?" The dragon asked with a wicked grin, slowly pushing the man down.

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Locke shuddered at the strong taste filling his mouth, his stomach churning slightly as he was forced to swallow down the leaking precum that threatened to spill out over his chin. It was thick and heavy as it flowed down his throat, and the thief's eyes widened as he felt the large hand grip the back of his head to give him no space to move. His efforts to push back against Iln's thighs were useless, and he groaned loudly as his head was pulled back and forth over the dragon's cock; little more than a hot, wet hole for it to use.

When he was finally released, Locke gasped loudly and coughed, precum dribbling down his front as he struggled to swallow it all. His cheeks were flushed and he already looked quite a mess, even before his face was pressed roughly against the Base of the large shafts, his cheeks rubbing lewdly against the ridges and bumps. He grimaced, but had no other choice but to do as he was told. His tongue rolled out against the impossible thick cock, shuddering as he tried to slicken it as much as possible with saliva, lapping quickly to try and finish. He was almost covered in copious amounts of precum, and the dragon had barely even started. He was left panting hard when he was dragged back to the tip with that ominous challenge, eyes widening as he was slowly pushed down over the length.

It slip into his mouth, lips stretching around the shafts as it nudged the back of his throat and caused him to gag. He squirmed, unable to breath as Iln pressed yet further, throat bulging out with the unnatural thickness thrusting forward. Locke couldn't breathe and his throat contracted frantically, unconsciously squeezing the dragon's cock as he struggled to try and take air through his nose.

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The massive beast groaned as he controlled the man along his fat cock---Iln's shaft filling the man with the warm pre-cum. He kept a close eye on Locke, pulling him off and letting him breathe for a few moments when it seemed it was too much. "Not bad" He smiled---letting the man see he had taken just over half of the fat cock. "If you can swallow it all---I'll just use your throat" He said, regripping the thief's hair and beginning to force him back down that massive shaft. there was no way the human could swallow the whole thing---and Iln knew that far too well.

The dragon sighed, forcing the man back and forth along the thick shaft, trying to push the human further down it, waiting until he ran out of air before letting him off. After a few minutes, the dragon growled "Too bad... turn around" He said---throwing the man backwards onto the ground---glancing down to see if the human's own cock was reacting to the rough treatment

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The dragon's seed was thick and bitter; too much for Locke to properly swallow. It spilled out over his chin and he coughed against the large shaft as he tried to breathe through the rough treatment. Only when Iln tugged against his hair was he able to take in a great gulp of air, rubbing a hand over his chin to wipe away the dripping fluid. "Wh-What? There's n-no way-" He didn't have a choice in the matter as clawed hands forced his head back down, lips parting around the thick cock as he was pressed downwards.

Muffled groans echoed across Iln's shaft as he was dragged back and forth, his throat sore as each press had the wipe tip blocking his airways. He writhed and struggled to pull away, before the dragon seemed to loose patience and pulled him roughly away from the glistening shaft. "Sh-Shit... I can't!" He protested weakly, stumbling as he was thrown back against the pile of gold.

He scrambled for purchase and eventually settled on his knees, breathing hard as he swallowed down gulps of much-needed air. His own body had somehow warmed under the intense smell of sex, and he lowered his hands to cover what limited modesty he had left.

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The massive dragon sighed in pleasure as he used the boy's mouth and throat before he threw him back. Iln stepped closer, towering over Locke, his massive cock drooling precum as he reached down and flipped the thief over, pulling him up onto his hands and knees. The beast smiled as he leaned down and pressed his nose against the man's hole---giving a sigh at the scent as he began to lick at it, growling out, his powerful hands gripping the man and holding him in place. Iln rimmed the thief for a few minutes, ignoring any protests, before pulling back and giving a grunt before lining up his thick cock with the boy's ass. "Relax" He said.

the dragon moved slowly, his massive shaft pressing into the boy's ass---giving a sigh as he began to, slowly, penetrate him. "Mm... fuck, tight" He growled, inch after inch of his massive cock pressing into Locke.

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Locke was utterly powerless against the greater strength of the dragon. He was roughly flipped onto his hands and knees, the clattering of gold coins scattering across the floor echoing through his ears. He tried to frantically scrabble away, a startled yelp passing between his lips as clawed hands firmly gripped his hips and dragged him back. A hand reached for one scaly wrist, trying to pull it away to no effect. "God- don't! This won't-"

A huff of hot breath over his ass drew a shudder from his lithe frame and he glanced back over his shoulder with wide eyes as a long tongue flicked across his opening. He clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the surprised groan of unwanted pleasure as the slick appendage pressed inside, lapping at his insides and stirring the heat within his belly. His upper half had slid to the floor, arching his hips higher as he was left to tremble beneath Iln's desire.

The dragon soon tired of that, and shifted up behind him until the large cock nudged against his opening. Locke's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, lips parting with a strangled cry as Iln began to push forwards stretching his body wider and wider. "Nngh- aaah! I-It's too... too big...!" He gasped out, hands falling to the floor as he clawed at the ground, his hips twitching beneath the pressure.

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Iln groaned as he rimmed the thief---loving how quickly the man stopped protesting as soon as his ass was simulated---moving into a much more accessible position without so much as a shove from the dragon. As Locke protested, the dragon didn't stop---spit and precum was more than enough lube in Iln's mind---groaning out as he continued to spread open the man's hole. the dragon gave the intruder's ass a SMACK as he complained "I can tell you're loving this, thief" He growled out, giving a firm thrust, "Just have to let yourself" He said. It took another minute or so but, soon, the dragon's hips were against the thieves---every last inch of the fat cock buried deep in the human's ass. "There we go. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" He said before, slowly, he began to thrust---every motion causing the beast's cock to press against the man's prostate.

Iln groaned as he fucked Locke---slowly building up to outright rutting him, the beast's hips SLAMMING against the boy's ass, over and over. "That's it" He groaned. "Take it!"


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The reaction she had from her breasts and nipples especially being toyed with was something Solaire would have to remember. He didn't realize he was having such an effect upon her with his erection merely pressing against her through her panties. That was until he noticed the small bit of her upon the tip of his erection and the fact she was moistened with arousal between her legs. These were some of the most honest forms of flattery he could ever have hoped for in such an intimate act. These feelings that he had all filled him with joy. The sounds she made with her elegant voice made his body ache with wanton need. He wanted to give much more and he knew he would of course. It drove up the anticipation of how wonderful this would feel for him. His eyes looked up at her, surprised by her choice of words. He gave a soft laugh when she demanded he not do anything to change how his hands felt. "As you wish, my love." With deep affection for her held in both voice and eyes.

Solaire was overjoyed to see Peach enjoying herself so much and as a result, his blush was softer, more permanent upon him. His eyes followed where her hand guides his own towards. His hand grazed over her stomach, letting the fingertips brush over sensitive skin. She asked him to touch her there and knew better to wait any longer. Snaking his fingers along the outside of her panties he pressed the index and ring finger to her pussy, whilst the middle grazes over the center like a serpents tongue. The thumb however hooked over her panties to pull them slightly. This allowed the thumb to graze over her pubic mound and blindly finds the crown jewel of her womanhood. Pressing the thumb tip to the top he worked in slow circles whilst the fingers worked more quickly. Just to give contrasting sensations and pace and hopefully drive her wild.

Letting her nipples go for the moment Solaire slowly kissed just underneath her chin. A bold, dominating gesture to be sure but her knight was brave enough to do so. He was growing more confident with every second and he kissed up along the neck until he finally found her lips once more. He wanted to share another kiss with her, one which contained all of his desires and lusts. His cock protested due to lack of attention but the intensity of this act kept him rock hard for her despite everything. Even his tip prodding against her body sends a spark through him, making him shiver. His manhood rubbing against the blankets made him ache for her own touch. He wouldn't stop what he was doing however, the wait would be more than worth it. Besides he was enjoying the very act of lovemaking with his princess.

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Peach purred as Solaire's hand listened to hers, sliding so gently across her body, making her wiggle in anticipation. When it reached her intended destination for it, he delivered beautifully. She wasn't expecting him to start playing with her pussy, but simply to feel her arousal, though she wouldn't begin to complain. She let out a soft moan when his fingers found her slit, though it turned into a sharp gasp when his thumb found the right spot. When his hand started giving her the mixed sensations, the hand that guided his slapped down to the mattress and gripped the sheets. Her hips bucked to meet even more of him, yearning for the pleasure he was giving.

When he stopped focusing on her nipples, Peach had no noticeable reaction, but the kiss to under her chin got another moan, showing she was okay with it, not recognizing it as a dominating gesture. As soon as he started kissing her again, her right hand went to this head to keep him there, while the left relaxed on the bed and she felt his manhood against her body, so she felt around for it to gently stroke it while they kissed and he played with her soaked pussy. If he was leaking already, she would run her thumb over the head to spread it around, looking to increase his pleasure.

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Solaire was pleasantly surprised by the reactions she had for the rather intimate touch. She was soaked through, and it no longer felt like cloth as he touched her. Continuing to tease her, the knight pushed aside her panties to expose her womanhood. The middle finger now rubbed directly over the labia and soon took an adventurous plunge into those depths. He only went a few inches down to the first joint and started curling his finger inside of her in a 'come hither' gesture. The thumb began to vibrate against her clitoris in order to try and overwhelm her with a sudden motion.

All the while his tongue wrestled with her own within that passionate kiss. Held there by her right hand he did naught to stop himself nor her. His cock held in her hand felt alit with flames from the blood rushing in him. The very touch of his beloved princess just made him ache with tremendous need. He actually froze with his ministrations when she did this. He restarted soon when she began to stroke his erection. The palm and fingers coiled around him like one of the softest sheaths he could have ever imagined and every grazing motion over the tip of his manhood made a small touch of seed run along her fingers. It helped to further lubricate him for her now. He might have thought it merely a dream but every sensational thrill of these brief moments convinced him that it was very real.

Something did however spur him onwards as the sweet vision of her worshipping his body with lips, and fingertips floods him. The anticipation of her preparing him to consummate their love for one another was building within him and threatened to make him more impatient. However... one particular thought runs in his mind, stronger than the rest and he makes this one known. "I want to taste your sweet ambrosia." Solaire said breaking the kiss. True, he used honeyed words but his intentions were in his mind very clear. He wanted to pay proper service to that fruit between her legs. Breathing softly as she still held onto him by his manhood, he waited to see what she would say or do. Naturally he still kept teasing her just to avoid stopping his worship of her.

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While this was an all new experience, making love to such a wonderful man, Peach knew with all of her heart that this was right. Every touch, every kiss, every... good gods that is amazing! She shivered at first, when her soaked pussy was exposed to the world, but the shivers intensified when his finger began to work its magic inside her. Long deep moans met his ears as he worked her womanhood with one hand, with sharp gasps for the intake of breath. If he kept this up, in mere seconds he'd be getting rewarded with her clenching down on the finger within her, her hips constantly bucking against his hand to get his finger in further.

She still focused on stroking his cock, now glistening with his own juices, despite the love he was giving her pussy. Her fingers were still wrapped around the shaft as she stroked, but her thumb was constantly rubbing around the head, combining her soft skin and pre-cum to give him increased pleasure. When his efforts sped up, so did hers, but she would let up if he got too close. Even then, she highly doubted they'd be able to stop with only one orgasm each. No way, too much passion right now, so to hell with stopping for too close. If he came, he came.

When he would stop to ask if he could taste her, all she could do was blush, bite her lip, and nod. If he went to the side of the bed facing her sex, she would ask, "Just promise me I get to taste you in return~!" Peach cooed, licking her lips. She was already on cloud nine from what he's given her, and it would only be fair to return the favor. After the request for his promise, she would lift her legs straight up, giving him a wonderful view of her strong thighs and sexy ass, hooking her panties in her thumbs and slowly taking them off. The fabric would stick to her pussy as she pulled, but would snap free eventually, giving him a small peek of what he was after. As soon as they were off, she tossed them aside and let her legs spread for her lover. She ran a finger from one end of her slit to the other, missing the clit altogether, then taking the finger into her mouth, tasting her own arousal. She gave a moan, "Mmm, I could lick that fruit all day if I could..." Peach said, perhaps hinting at something?

Her hands would shoot to his head the instant he started, snaking fingers through his hair, moaning his name over and over again. One hand would eventually come up and start groping her breasts hard, pinching at the even harder nipples.

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Solaire wouldn't deny her an opportunity to reach her release. The sensation of her hand massaging his erection urged him to keep going. It was feeling hot to him and it boiled with lustful liquids. Slick with his excitement she stopped just as he reached oblivion. He breathed sharply with his eyes shut and the shining sensation of ice upon his tip. He was so close to that peak but... that look she had upon her face. Cheeks holding a deep blush with a nibble over the bottom lip. In his mind that was reward enough. His own climax could wait and he had no desire to simply stop at one. Now that this intimate beast had been aroused it was willful and ravenous. Because of how she had worked him over from base to tip with her fingers and thumb alike, he breathed softly with a soft smile.

He swore he had an orgasm without discharge... but either way he didn't mind it. He heard her request as he spoke up wanting to let her know immediately. "For as long as you like, beloved." Positioning himself to watch as she removed her panties... gods she was sopping wet. And he looked almost mesmerized by this final revelation of her womanhood. She gave a little tease for him and tasted her own honey. Could she make him shiver any more? Yes she certainly could but he knew that comes later.

Solaire wasted no time in this regard as he crawled towards her sex and hooked his arms underneath her legs. Just to gain a proper position upon her. He placed a soft kiss upon the crown jewel of her majesty mirroring the same kiss she gave him when she removed the last of his clothes. Finally he pressed his tongue against her labia, lightly piercing her folds with each strong lap of his tongue. It twists and turns about against the edges of her depths darting every so often deep into her. Deeper and deeper he went until his mouth was pressing right upon her womanhood. Lips pursed over his teeth so he could not hurt her by accident. Reaching around with his right hand he took hold of her clitoris between the thumb and his middle finger. Then the index finger, still slick with her honey pressed against the top. All three digits worked upon that sensitive tip to try and spike her pleasure. The taste of his lover was exquisite and he hummed happily into her womanhood. He had yet to realize how he could vibrate her flesh just with his voice... if he did that right.

Every passing second helped fuel more ideas into his mind. His eyes looked up with a yearning gaze watching her face for every hint. His name being called by her under such rapture only helps motivates him to keep trying. To keep trying harder to give her everything she wished for in that moment. Her petting his head made him blush and give yet another soft moan into her body. He wanted however to give her a better look at what he was doing. Lifting her lower body slightly up with his shoulders, Solaire held her up with his own strength to support her. She was like a feather to him. This position helped permit her legs to coil around his shoulders and neck if she wished. But more importantly it allows her to see everything he was doing vividly.

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Peach purred at the combination of feeling his cock pulse in her hand, showing just how close he was, and his comment that she'd get to taste him as long as she'd like. Now, the issue was, did she want a taste before or after the main course? Well, then again, she could always coax him into another round! He pulled away before he climaxed, which got a soft *aww* from her.

She shivered a bit when she exposed herself, feeling the cool air upon her soaked ''passion fruit'', as he called it. Of course, that would mean nothing compared to what she felt when he not only kissed her clit, but actually began loving her pussy. She gasped sharply and the only sense working was the one telling her that she was in heaven. Her eyes were tightly shut, she breathed through her mouth, so she smelled nothing, no other sounds beyond her heavy breathing could be heard. That left touch? Oh gods, who fucking cared?! She was drunk in the pleasure she was receiving from his tongue and fingers, though the instant he hummed into her got a very welcoming groan of pleasure. "Solaire... make that sound again...!" Peach breathed, as she looked down at him, now with her ass more up in the air so she could see him working away on her. She didn't even realize he did it, she was so lost in the pleasure, which made her all the happier for actually going for it.

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Solaire soon heard that cooing noise and melodic moans of his beloved. Spurred on by her voice alone he continued to devour her, pushing his tongue deep into that pink tunnel. Twisting his tongue like a corkscrew and turning it about with a frantic motion, her knight continued to give her everything. Every pent up amount of tension, nerves, love and affection came through him in his efforts to make her climax. A smoldering gaze was given as he watched her face the entire time. Second their eyes met he stopped just for a moment so he could reach down with a freed hand and pet her cheek, dragging his thumb over her lips for a brief moment. It was just to show affection for her and to just give more to the moment. He heard her wish and now would seek to grant it.

He moaned softly into the moistened flesh, vibrating her inner walls once again. Only this time it was consistent ranging in pitch and tempo. Starting in low before going higher and higher to try and experiment with whatever would work best for her. He explored and experimented with her body. His fingers upon the right hand now press up against her clitoris and his hand began to vibrate as well. The knight pulled his left hand away from her cheek and it snaked up to an unattended breast, pulling gently upon her nipples and tweaking that hard peak in an effort to simply add to the stimulation. Solaire was very determined to give her his everything in this loving encounter and would not stop. He actually took a pause to take in a sharp breath before he dove right back into that delicious fruit moaning with his mouth pressed over her labia. His chin and lips were soaked and his tongue was covered in the taste of the fair lady. Solaire was looking forward to witnessing Peach's first climax... if he could earn it that is.

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Solaire had a pretty solid plan, moaning into her pussy at different pitches to see if any one stood out, but there was a fatal flaw. Peach enjoyed every single pitch, giving equal reactions to each. That, and she was just so lost in the pleasure that she couldn't tell the difference between them, but nonetheless, everything he was doing was working beautifully on the princess and he'd soon be rewarded for all his efforts.

"Solaire... I... I'm... Gods, don't... don't stop!" Peach gasped as she started writhing in pleasure. If he had any part of him in her at the time, he'd feel her clenching down on him as her wetness increased, signaling her climax. She came and hard. When it finally hit her, she wanted to scream, but all that came out was a very quiet, high pitched noise that was very much like a long squeak. She continued to writhe around until he decided to be merciful and stop. Otherwise she would start becoming hypersensitive and slamming her fists on the mattress, before pushing at his head with all her might.

If he stopped before the hypersensitivity, she'd pull him up on the bed to lay next to her. She would then grasp and start stroking his cock, making sure it was wet first, even if it meant spit. After a minute or two of soft gentle stroking, she'd sit up, swing her legs around to point in the other direction, so she was facing his cock, before giving it a loving lick from base to tip. When she reached the tip, she gave a noise of appreciation, then took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly and still loving it with her tongue as well. Before long, she would take more and more of his manhood into her mouth, moaning around it and working her tongue as well, bobbing her head around it.

If he kept going and she forced him off, she'd pant and twitch from the sudden coolness against her overly sensitive pussy, "By the gods... you loved me a bit too much there..." Peach panted, giving a small chuckle as well, to show she wasn't upset. She would invite him to lay next to her, though any real tender touch will get her twitching in hypersensitivity. When he was next to her, she would rest her head on his chest and slowly stroking him in the process. She was recovering, and as such, her strokings might be perceived as absent-minded. When she recovered enough, she'd do everything listed above.

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Solaire had a small smile upon him when he had finally pulled away. He chose to be merciful to his lover though he couldn't help ride out her orgasm by gently licking over the slit when that high pitched noise was heard. He went slower and slower through her orgasm until she came down from it. Solaire held on tight when she was writhing about because he underestimated how much she would. He failed to realize that it went unnoticed with changing the pitch of his voice to pleasure her. However there was no denying the reaction she had for it. That in the end was the whole point of it.

He didn't resist her coaxing him up onto the bed again with a warm smile coming cross him. He lied down with the princess and watches her idly toy with his manhood. He felt like he could sink into that bed with how relaxed he was now. This woman was beautiful beyond words and he idly brushes a few locks of her hair from her face in silent adoration. However this tranquility of the afterglow didn't last for now Peach had her own ideas in store for Solaire and then the intense surge of her tongue running along the shaft produced stars behind his eyes. A soft moan came over him as she began to take him into her mouth. Her tongue runs along his manhood all the while and it made him shiver. Reaching down for the lovely princess he merely placed his hand upon her head to pet her whilst she worked her own magic upon him. Mentally he had to fight the instinct to thrust his hips forward and drive his cock deeper within those lovely lips. "Peach that's... amazing... keep going."

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Gods, was Solaire doing everything right! Peach's orgasm stretched as far as possible, while he kept the pleasure coming, he managed to slow it down at just the right times, that by the time she coaxed him back up next to her, she was positively glowing. If she didn't feel the need to take care of him now, she could've been perfectly happy with that single orgasm, though the possibility of more was far too enticing for the princess.

Once she got Solaire's cock in her mouth and started bobbing, he would tell her it was amazing and he wanted her to keep going. Like she'd stop so soon anyway! She smirked around his manhood as she gave a muffled "Mhmm!" of enthusiasm, giving him the same vocal buzz he gave her. As she loved his cock, she couldn't help but moan more and more, not only for the fact she's pleasing her man, but to keep going with the buzzing. To help give reason for her moaning, she slid her left hand down to her nipples to pitch and tug, while the right one worked its way under his leg and to his balls, gently rubbing and squeezing them. The sensation wasn't quite what she was expecting, but it didn't stop her.

Part of what intrigued her, is how was all of this so natural to them? It almost felt as if they had done all of this before, but as a virgin, how could she have? So many thoughts popped into her mind and all of them felt... right. Like the thought of taking a deep breath, and forcing as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. Which she did, getting to the base. She took a good whiff of his desire, before giving a quick swallow out of reflex, then slowly slid him from her mouth, keeping a nice tight pressure til his head popped out of her mouth. "Mmm!" Peach moaned, just licking the head for now, her left hand sliding further down to tease herself, assuming he wasn't down there already. She would take him in her mouth again, once more to the base, releasing him with another audible pop.

She would flip herself around again, right hand back to idly playing with him, while she kissed his lips. "Solaire... I want you to... sheathe your sword..." Peach whispered to him, trying to use honeyed words herself, but right now, there was only one thing on her mind. She wanted him. Now.


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Claire carefully lifted the window open and stepped through, a small flashlight gripped in one hand. Her first breath filled her lungs with musty, stagnant air, and the paneled floorboards creaked when she stepped on them. Pale moonlight crept in from behind her, but every other window was boarded up, leaving the rest of the house shrouded in darkness. 'Creepy' would have been a profound understatement. Claire shivered, and not just because of the cold. She smoothed out her skirt, wishing she'd had the foresight to wear something warmer, then brushed her blonde hair out of her face and switched on her flashlight.

It was just a simple dare, she told herself. Everybody said that there was a stash of gold in the basement, and she'd drawn the short stick, so she had to go in alone. It was just an old house, right? Big and spooky, it may have been, but nobody had lived there in decades. All she had to do was find the basement, search for treasure, and then leave.

She crept deeper into the house, wincing every time a door or floorboard made a particularly loud creak, but it wasn't too hard to find the stairs leading down to the basement.

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The years passed in slow progression. How many was something he had long sense stopped counting; though he found himself always counting other things. The cracks of the decaying house, the bones piling in the corners of the cellar, Small brittle things that crunched under his feet. So was his life now, so was his life for a long time if it could be called such a thing.

Despite the madness of his own imprisonment the monster, though he looked much like a man, kept himself maintained as best he could though his clothes were worn thin and his face swallow from going hungry. Some days were better than others. Once every few years, decades, he would find someone trespassing about his wooden cell, causing the floorboards to creak above. Each time he could not contain himself and the 'usually' young male was drained before the monster could think to conserve. Each time he could curse himself and bury the body in the cellar in the dirt around his coffin. The cellar was safe from sunlight so he had no wish to keep it a place of rotting corpses.

Most days. Some he didn't care. Some-day's he saw things and talked to things not there and when that happens a few corpses escape notice. His most recent large meal, besides the pests he would often resort to, had not been so long ago and so when something else creeped into his prison he was... startled... pleasantly. Hungry still drilled at his insides but his head was still somewhat clear. He would be able to pace himself this time perhaps, keep control, maybe even have some fun. The footsteps were light. He laid in his coffin eyes closed and listening. The footsteps were light, and coming toward him, they were at the the door downward. The vampire stayed, though his teeth gnashed and his insides roared. He would wait, he could wait.

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Claire's task seemed all the more daunting starting the moment she made her descent. A thin beam of light leapt out of her flashlight, but it could only do a little. Barrels and shelves lined the walls, caked with dust and adorned with cobwebs. A stench hung in the air, one that she couldn't quite place. It was also bigger. Much bigger than she'd expected. She roamed for several minutes with no sign of progress, scanning the walls and keeping an eye out for anything out of place. Several times, she glanced down and saw footprints in the dust, but reasoned that she must've gone in circles without realizing it.

Soon, the thought that she'd have to search every inch of that ancient cellar reared its ugly head, until at last, she spied a door tucked away in the corner. She crept over and gave it a push, breathing out a sigh of relief when it opened without a fuss. Than fetid odor from before sprang out at her, and she backed away wincing. For thoroughness' sake, she forced herself inside, and soon tread on dirt. Rough, densely packed dirt, covering the floor. She scanned her surroundings, sighting nothing but stone walls until her light swept over something long and wooden.

A coffin, she realized with a start. A shiver ran down her spine just looking at it. But that must have been it. What better hiding place would there be than a coffin, that so many people would be afraid to open? Swallowing her dread, she approached cautiously and reached out, planting a hand on the coffin's lid.

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The morsel was bold, deliciously so. The vampire waited in the dark of his coffin, eyes closed and listening as steps padded across the cellar and came to rest within distance of his claws. Hunger tore at his insides, his head swayed his need growing frantic quelled only by the desire to have something, anything to entertain himself. To feast over the coming days in satisfaction. To feel something. He could hear the quick beat, hear the blood pumping. He could wait no longer.

The monster with a mans face surged, bursting out, the lid of the coffin falling back. A slim hand reached grasping at the hand that had moments ago graced the coffins lid. The vampire was near cat-like, his other hand grasping at the edge with white knuckles. Grey clothes hung off of him loosely, his long face sallow and hungry. If she had the time she might even notice the flicks of blood dried in his hair. He looked at the human creature caught in his grasp, black eyes taking her in. A young lady... it had been to long, sharp teeth flickered as he smiled.

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Claire shrieked, gripped by talons of icy dread. Malevolent black eyes seemed to bore into her, aged fingernails pressed into the flesh of her slender wrist. Everything about the thing that came out of that coffin exuded menace, a thousand times more chilling than anything the desolate mansion above could have offered. Her reaction was immediate, albeit clumsy and more instinctual than practiced. She swung out with her free hand, in the general direction of the creature's head. Stinging pain leapt into her hand as her knuckles collided with a bony face, but adrenaline made her barely realize the extent of it.

But worse, far worse than the threat of pain, was how her flashlight slipped from her grip. It tumbled to the ground, rolling and casting its already-dim light into a distant corner. Desperation gave her strength. She tugged and wrenched as hard as she could, trying her damnedest to break the creature's grip and flee.

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The creature emitted a sharp noise, The vampire twitched staring at her blankly before a delighted look come to those black eyes. He wished to make her do it again. His nails cut into her skin slightly as he gave a wrench dragging her forward as the young thing began to struggle. Dark eyes watched her keenly, so very keenly, like a cat fascinated by the bug on the ceiling. Visions of darting forward and ripping her throat out come to forefront of his mind and his teeth ached as he scented her. Her clumsily hit was hardly noticed when compared to driving need at the forefront of the static of his mind.

It was not her attempts to escape that had him letting her go it was what he might do. As he watched her scurry he easily swung himself from the coffin, standing there in a strange crooked posture. He watched he flee and his instincts demanded a chase, a feast, his hunger demanded it.

No. No. No. He would savor this one. Savor. She was young vital, He would take what he needed to keep keep his hunger at bay. The vampire waited until she was at the top of the stairs and than he was after her. He was quick and once the chase started maddened, even in that state he knew where she was going, knew how to loop around the old house to cut her off. Coming in front and slamming the window down, a sharp grin dancing at his face as he stared at her. "No, No, No." He muttered, though he seemed to addressing not her but no-one in particular. "The fun's not over..."

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Walls, hallways and doors that had once been merely eerie twisted into an incomprehensible labyrinth. What should have been a trifling task became an arduous labor, and one tainted by despair when Claire looked into leering black eyes and thought at once that it had all been for naught. Everything about that thing in front of her, from its crazed, raspy voice to its decrepit pallor made her blood run cold. She kept her eyes glued to the window, acutely aware of her own ragged breaths. But then the thing was drawing closer, shadows draped over his face, and she had little choice but to do something. Driven less by intent and more by blind reaction, she lurched back, slamming the door she'd just come in through closed and bolting down one of several equally maddening hallways. Without thinking much, or even at all, she glanced behind herself quickly, darting into another room when saw an apparently empty hall behind her.

There, in what seemed to be an ancient library, surrounded by walls lined from floor to ceiling with musty tomes, she had a brief moment of respite. She stayed close to the door, returning lucidity urging her to keep her breathing stifled and her ear trained. Whatever that thing out there was, she had a feeling that it wasn't going to pleasant if she couldn't get away from it.

A dozen unanswered questions drifted about in her head, all vying for her focus, but out of them all a single one proved dominant; she had to get out of there, no matter what. It had been simple enough for that thing to close up the window, she realized. Maybe if she could elude the thing long enough, she could get back and open it up? Just then, a loud creaking outside the door made her face pale. She froze in place, desperately hoping that it was just her mind playing tricks or an errant gust of wind.

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He felt lively. The creature had stopped, her eyes wide and frightened. She had lovely eyes. The vampyr had stared and than he had crept forward. Every bit a shadow as she imagined him, a writhe in this desolate house. He had wondered in the clam recess f his mind, so very far away from his present if she was going to just stand and let him take her... than she moved. A blind doe running from the wolf. The door slammed and he paused though his body seemed abuzz with vigor. Even now he swayed, near giddy. It had been so long since he had chase, so long since he could quell his instincts. Waiting long enough he moved again, slipping along the halls in knowing steps. There was no inch of this prison that was a secret from him and even now he could hear every telltale creak. Should he be at his best he would be able to hear the frantic beat of her heart. Though he could remember the sweet sound even now. Ba-bump, ba-bump.

She was in the library. He took his time, partially for pleasure, partially to clam himself. If he got to wound up he might kill her before the real fun began, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from draining her dry. He was quiet, vey creak avoided and he did not enter the library though the front door. Many of the walls were weak, had given way or had him tunneling though in hopes of his freedom. He entered them though a large hole, a foot of room from the old heating system letting him enter the library easily without notice.

As he scented her for the first time he had to slam himself back from clawing his way to her. His chest moved rapidly and he stood beside a bookshelf her scent swaying his mind from red to clarity... this chase was dangerous. For her most of all. Maybe it was time to end the game,and to start another. The vampyr crept among the shelves keeping himself between the door and his mouse. "Little miss." He called softly, his voice a rasp but one that carried well. "Come out come out, do not excite me so."

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If her heart had been urgent before, it became frantic the second she heard that raspy voice. She could hear it, pounding and racing in her chest, hastened by adrenaline and spurred further still by raw dread. Then, one moment she was alone and the next she wasn't. More of a shape than a person was suddenly in front of her, and she saw nothing but those black eyes.

The door, only a few feet away, seemed in an instant to be far out of reach. Behind that shadowy silhouette, it may as well have been miles standing between her and the door.

What little hope had remained drained swiftly, just as the blood in her paling face did. She could barely think, barely speak, barely even stay on her feet. "Get..." Her wavering voice petered out into a whimper. She backed away quickly, walking at first, but it didn't take long before her trembling legs slipped out from under her and she turned to scrambling. She went to the ground, frantically pushing herself away until at last she slammed into an ancient wooden wall. "Get away from me!" she cried out, voice shrill with desperation. Struggling to push herself up, standing with her back pressed up against the wall, she held out both her shaking hands, eyes flitting towards the door as she tried to weigh, in her fear-wracked mind, whether it was better to run for it.

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The air in the library was musty. Dust floated between breathes and the vampire stared down, crouching to look at the 'little miss'. A young women, it had been some time. Most of his previous visitors had been male though after he was done with them even he had trouble telling. This one would be different, he would nurse, tease, fully enjoy his time with her over the next few days. State is hunger and entertain himself properly.

The thing was scared, fear melted off her in waves making his teeth ache, his pupils widen. The urge to lunge and feed drove him forward even as she scrambled away, keeping the distance. He stopped when she did twitching at the sound of her voice. So unused to noise, usually they didn't last this long. It was time to end the chase. It was exciting him to much, driving his instincts to the breaking point. He would catch her, and tuck inside of the bedrooms with her. Feed enough to clear his head and than... well he could do whatever he wanted.

"No no no." He rasped and came forward, snatching at the human girl, clasping her tightly and bring them both to ground with a rough pounce. Instinct creamed and without though he had her pinned, straddling a feminine waits as his thin hands wrenched her head to the side, the other pinning her shoulder. Teeth flashed and her scent surrounded him as he burrowed his face into her neck, teeth about to plunge into her flesh. He stopped, his chest heaving. He stayed like that, mere cementers away from tearing into her jugular. The vampire fought for control.

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In the heat of the moment, Claire could barely think. Feelings alone guided her, panic and desperation fueling her struggles. She tried to stay upright for as long as she could, but the creature in front of her had far more strength than anyone that thin could have had. As it touched her, she felt like little more than a ragdoll, like she could be snapped in two or dashed against the wall. Her state left her with little care for accuracy. She flailed and thrashed to the best of her ability, but her hands could do little more than glance off of or tug in vain at leathery flesh.

Somehow, that all changed when she saw him lowering his head towards her neck. It was a different type of fear that gripped her at that time. Grim thoughts raced through her head, possibilities seemingly too mad to ever consider seeming undeniable, and her fate seemed inevitable.

That new terror brought her struggles almost to an end. She went still, silent save for ragged breaths forced out by a heaving chest and the racing of her heart.

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It was lucky the creature under him had enough sense, or rather enough fear to cease her futile struggles. It might have very well saved her life. A long moment passed before the vampire was able to wrench his mouth away, now staring into the face of his prey. His teeth ached and his mouth twitched as if bite down. So very close.

"Good Girl." He muttered the hand that had shoved her head to the side easing to stroke at her hair line, tucking a stray lock. The other hand kept her pinned, Adrenaline keeping his strength dispute his starvation. The vampire leaned closer his mouth a breathe from her own as his voice scrapped. "Your struggles tempt me to drain you dry."

Humming he got up grabbing and wrenching the girls arm to have drag her as he left the library. He would take her down the hall, far down until he came to what used to be the master bedroom, The bed was gone except an old iron frame.