The second of his haremettes sat in the shade of a mighty deciduous tree. Its rge branches filtered what little of the fading daylight made it through the first yers of the treetops, allowing the pureblood to sit with her hat put aside and her gloves stripped off. Pale face,arms, and white hair stood out from the surrounding darkness. Her red eyes glowed with barely held patience.

  “Strip,” Rykard ordered casually.

  Vyra’s reaction was near immediate. The front of her dress, a zipper of magic rather than interlocking teeth of metal, loosened then burst open. Her tits spilled out with all the force that had kept their enormous size contained.

  Hooking her thumb into the resulting gap, she further the divide, showing more and more of her pure white skin, until she reached the crotch. Standing and wiggling, half-dancing, she made the long skirt fall to the ground. That left her only in tall knee socks. Those, too, were sensuously discarded, one after the other. Then, she stood there.

  Rykard took one more bite of delicious fruit, then carelessly tossed the one in his hand into a nearby bush, for the local insects and rodents to clean up. He approached the waiting vampire sve. “You’re doing better,” Rykard hummed, taking a hold of her chin. “Your reaction to orders is more instinctual now… but you stand when you should kneel.”

  “I… apologize, Master,” Vyra responded in an even tone, casting down her crimson gaze. “I assumed you would wish to py with my breasts.”

  “Don’t assume - obey,” Rykard told her and the submissive shuddered. Not a universal principle for submissives, it had to be said, but the dy in front of him struck him as the kind best guided.

  He released her chin and waited. It took her one whole second to realize what was expected and drop down. Her knees settled in the soft flowers that bloomed in the shadow, as comfortable as any cushion. His hand brushed through her silky white hair. The strands parted around his fingers like liquid moonlight.

  From gentle combing, to suddenly twisting her long, straight hair into a single cord, Rykard’s demeanour shifted. He yanked her up and she moaned at the pain. “You’re in desperate need of more training.”

  “Yes, Master,” Vyra agreed readily.

  “You’ve been a bad girl.” He pulled on her hair a little more. Her thighs tensed a little, to raise the rest of her body in kind - but not too much. The vampire sve wanted to feel the pull on her scalp, without actually dangling from her hair.

  “Yes, Master!” she moaned. “I’m sorry for being insufficient.”

  “You are not insufficient,” Rykard corrected her immediately. He released her hair and dropped down, pressing his lips on hers before she even knew what was happening. His hands framed her face, while his tongue invaded her mouth, ying loving cim to every centimetre of it.

  Vyra’s pupils dited, her eyes became dull, and all of her rexed into his embrace. She was like a freshly drawn candle: soft and bendable. Wherever he swayed, she obliged without realizing it herself. One of his hands found the pink crown of her massive breast and twisted.

  The kiss almost broke from the intensity of her moan. She quivered all over, especially once the first twist turned into a rough kneading of her enormous chest. The pliable mountains of flesh gave and squished under his fingers. His hand sank deep into her. Their kiss became more heated in equal measure. Rykard entertained himself by biting her lower lip.

  Hand at the back of her head, he forced her to tilt her chin upwards, until the entirety of her neck was exposed. Kissing and biting, like he was the vampire, Rykard made his way up and down and around the smooth skin. He could feel the slow heartbeat of the pureblood under his lips. Soon, he reached her pointy ears and delivered a bite a little more intense. Vyra tensed up all over, the throaty moan lost behind her closed lips.

  “You are not insufficient,” Rykard repeated. “You’re mine. I have chosen you and you would not suggest I make bad choices in submissives, would you?”

  “No, Master…!” Vyra’s response was between heated distraction and submissive urgency.

  “You’re imperfect,” Rykard continued. “No shame in that, all of us are. You will strive for it though. You will strive to be my perfect sex sve, right?”

  “Yes, Master!” This time, it was only urgency and love.

  For a moment, he just hung next to her ear, teasingly breathing and nibbling on the knife-shaped extension of her hearing. Then, he whispered the two words any submissive most craved to hear. “Good girl.”

  Vyra had such a visibly joyful reaction, shivering and smiling, that Rykard could not help but chuckle. In that aspect, she was already perfectly trained - although it was typically the easiest as well.

  “Still, you need to be disciplined,” Rykard decided.

  Dragging her with him, he moved to a nearby root, serving as a makeshift stool. Like a bad child, she was id across his p. Unlike a bad child, she made a sight most alluring. Her slender back transitioned to slender shoulders on one side and a banced bubble butt on the other. Viewed from behind, the tall woman’s figure was still outstanding, even with the truly enormous tits out of the picture.

  Two of his fingers glided over her cunt. A long strand of sticky clear juices kept connected to them as he drew away. The sex sve was dripping wet already. “Count down from five,” he instructed her.

  “Five,” Vyra began immediately, only to cry out loudly into the lewd forest when his hand met her juicy ass with an echoing smack. The left cheek’s jiggle spread to the right and her thighs. Red fshed on her pale skin, then her regeneration had already taken care of the issue. “F-four!” Vyra cried out, in anticipation and moaned sluttily when he spanked her right cheek. “Three!” she immediately added, earning herself another swat while her ass was still shaking.

  The masochistic vampire’s breathing hitched, when her enthusiasm was matched by the force of the smack. Her entire body shifted forwards across his p and she tensed up. Half-ughing, half-crying, she wiggled her ass for more. Her voice, however, failed to continue, too busy vocalizing her lust.

  “T-two!” she finally pressed out. Her toes dug into the dirt, after the fourth smack was delivered, pushing up her rear. She was holding herself in pce as best she could, despite the impulses so obviously flowing through her.

  “You have my permission to climax,” Rykard said.

  “One! One!” Vyra excimed immediately in reaction. Hard, he delivered the final smack - twice. Vyra’s trembling strain first intensified, then released into a series of spasms. Laid across his p, she cried in bliss. The border between pain and pleasure, when administered by his hand, barely even existed.

  Rykard gave her no time to ride out her orgasm. The moment it began, he moved her around again. Among her twitches, she was bent over the very same root Rykard had just sat on. Her ass was on full dispy, her pink pussy twitched. Pushing down his pants, he simply pushed inside her.

  Vyra screamed, while her clenching folds were parted by his girthy rod. The advance was slow, her pussy too tight and twitching to hammer into her as quickly as he wanted. Forcing himself deeper into her, in all ways that was wanted, Rykard gripped her by her narrow waist. The sides of his hand pushed into the crease between hips and thighs. He pulled. Soon, he pressed against her round derriere.

  His cock pulsed with need. After watching the fully wrapped up vampire dy the entire day, after basking in the sweet scents of this forest, his urge to mark her was intense. He fell over her, one arm wrapped underneath her enormous tits, the other finding her mouth. Her tongue met his fingers with wanton worship.

  Like a pair of wolves in heat, they mated. Hard and fast, he rutted into his second sex sve. Lewd, slurred tones left Vyra. Her tongue never stopped venerating his fingers. “Mashtaahr… MassssshtaAAAAAAAHHH!” she screamed, the second orgasm soon following.

  The difference was stark. Where Vlyara had trembled before, now she was quaking. Her luscious curves strained against his overpowering grasp. Muscles tensed and rexed in an orgasmic thrashing. Still, she was kept pinned down. Rykard mercilessly kept on pounding her. Abundant lubrication squirted from her cunt, allowing him to keep his pace despite the consistent grip of her folds.

  The ploughing made her tits sway back and forth. Rykard felt the softness of her underboobs smack against the arm wrapped around her midriff. A second yer to the consistent, wet noises of his cock vanishing to the base inside her.

  The ravishing reached a fever pitch. Rykard was hot, tingly, and his jaw was clenched against the pressure building up inside him. With one final groan and thrust, he let go. All of him stopped moving, his shaft tensed.

  Vyra’s screams reached a new high. Cum pumped into her depths in rapid, vast spurts. They grinded against one another, trying to get him as deep into her as possible. Primal instincts demanded that he kept on releasing deep inside her. Again and again, his balls tightened, sending his thick white seed into a womb already cimed. The knowledge only made his need to be next to her more pressing.

  When he was finally done, he stayed inside her. A lull followed, where he allowed himself the gentler touch of lovemaking. He caressed her shoulders, the back of her ears, and made her turn her head to receive a loving kiss.

  “Whoever could have liberated me from my boredom but you?” Vyra whispered.

  “None. You’re mine,” Rykard answered with all certainty.

  They did not stop making love until the vampire dy was a twitching mess.