The Vampyre's Slave
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Elyse glanced at the timedevice on her wrist. “I can’t go with you. I told the driver to have the transporter waiting for me at the end of the lane at two chimes. I should leave now to get there on time.”
“Will he take you home?”
“Yes.”
“But I want to show you my home… and more. We can meet the transporter and ask the driver to take us there instead.”
“Okay.”
They stood up and stared into each other’s eyes. “Tell me one thing. Do you love this vampyre even though long ago he took some of your essence and, more recently, he treated you atrociously?”
“I love you, Master Brenwul, and I can’t wait to submit to your dominance when we make love. However, we need to go and meet the transporter first.”
He held her hand, and they walked away from the aspen tree. As they entered the lane, she shared the remainder of the fudge with him.
When they reached his home, she admired the new fountain and how the grounds looked so much better. After entering the house, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to show me all the improvements that you’ve had done?”
“Do you think that’s why I brought you here? A slave has to do what her master wants and right now I want you.” He dropped her onto the bed.
“Ooh, Master Brenwul, I’ve missed being your slave.”
“Take off your clothes. I’m going to fuck you.”
She batted her eyelashes at him in fun, and answered, “My master is so demanding.”
“Do it now or I’ll tear them off you.”
“Yes, Master.” She removed her clothes and watched him kick off his shoes, remove his socks, and pull down his jeans and underpants. He almost ripped the shirt from his body, and then leaped onto the bed.
“It’s been so long since I was deep inside you. Let me remind you how good our intimacy feels.” Brenwul pushed her legs apart, and his fully erect cock plunged into her moistness.
She moaned, and he whispered, “Did you think I could ever forget the woman who offered her essence to a cursed vampyre? I adore you, Elyse, and want to show you how much you mean to me.”
“Show me.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even closer.
He thrust into her with force, and she squealed from the sheer joy of it. They moved together in unison, gasping and moaning as their intimacy increased. A need of him built inside her body as her vaginal muscles gripped his pounding cock. He kissed her with such passion and their tongues stroked each other. It didn’t take long for both of them to climax. She lay still and felt lost in utter bliss.
Almost immediately, he began planting kisses on her closed eyelids, her taut nipples, and down her stomach. He lifted his head for a moment and said, “You are making this vampyre so happy. I don’t deserve you, but please stay with me.”
“I will, Brenwul. You’re exactly what I want and need.”
He continued his downward kissing until his tongue started circling her clit. Elyse gasped, he shuddered, and she finally managed to say, “Take me again. Please do it.”
His cock entered her forcefully and this time, his ardor seemed even more evident. She kept making little moans as her body responded to his need. Their passionate movement alternated with him being on top, then her, and back to him. This joining took longer and was even more ardent than before. Finally, moments apart, they both climaxed, and then lay encased in each other’s arms.
He whispered, “I’m so glad I went walking in that wood and saw a girl, who was making daisy chains, sitting under a tree. If that hadn’t happened, my life would have been even more unhappy than the curse made me feel. I love you forever, my Elyse.”
“And I’m glad you found me there. If you hadn’t, my life would be equally unhappy.” She snuggled in close to his chest and knew she would be a large part of a wonderful future.
THE END
Author Biography
Marion Webb-De Sisto was born and grew up in the UK, but spent many years working and raising her family in the US. At present, she lives in South East England with her American husband. She describes him as her hero. Marion enjoys creating romantic tales about demons, fallen angels, and vampyres. Her heroes are dark and threatening, but have a core of goodness inside them. Her heroines, who are not always fully human, fight for what they believe in.
This author describes herself as a people watcher and uses her many years of working and communicating with people as a blueprint for ‘fleshing out’ her fictional characters. She has also written several non-fiction books that explore certain metaphysical subjects.
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