The decision was made fairly easily.

  A single casual yank at the shoulder of Vyra’s dress made her breasts pop out of the magical front zipper. The titanic tits jiggled to freedom and all the vampire dy could do in response was blush and gasp. Wide-eyed at the suddenness of the mood change, she nevertheless let him wrap an arm around her chest and sink his fingers deep into her right breast.

  “It’s only appropriate to turn you into a quivering mess, don’t you think?” Rykard pinched her nipple. The hardened protrusion from her otherwise heavenly pliable chest was as sensitive as ever. A pinch turned into a twist.

  The masochistic vampire’s white skin turned ever so mildly pink from the rush of excitement going through her. Rubbing her soft thighs together, Vyra leaned against her Master’s shoulder, just squirming as he teased and tortured her nipple as he pleased. Simultaneously, Rykard opened up her dress fully. Once the magically closed dress was off her and the gloves and stockings had followed, Rykard bundled her hair up into a leash.

  Vyra understood the purpose of the pull swiftly and glided off the couch. The tall woman knelt in the soft grass, illuminated by the amber light of the sap nterns. Putting her hands on her folded legs, she awaited further orders. Her red eyes glowed, a need in them to hear two words.

  “Good girl,” Rykard granted her the boon and the dy perked up like a well-trained dog. “Remove my pants.”

  “Yes, Master,” Vyra swooned, her elegant tone fully dissolved in her delight at this situation. With a patient and swift hand, she undid the belts and buckles of his pants, then pulled them down as fast as she could without causing discomfort.

  Rykard barely waited until the pants were fully off him, before grabbing Vyra’s head and pulling her to his cock. Her bck lips parted wide, reading correctly the force and urgency of his motion. There was no forepy to pulling her gorgeous face all the way down to his groin.

  Her insides were as hot as ever. Her throat bulged, the inside walls stretching to accommodate the girth of his member. Her tongue arched against the lower third of his shaft. Her pillowy lips and cute nose pressed against the smooth skin of his crotch.

  Once, he made her bob, giving her a little space to pull up, before pushing her back down. The resistance was minimal. Her eyelids fluttered, her red eyes gzed over.

  That wasn’t enough.

  Rykard stood up, still fully sheathed inside the vampire’s throat. He redoubled the intensity with which he held her pretty head. Vyra gnced up, anticipation creating a little shimmer in the gssy look of her ruby eyes. She put her arms behind her back, bowed and stretched a little to get herself at the optimal height and position to take what was quick to follow.

  Pulling almost all the way out of Vyra’s mouth, Rykard waited only a second before ramming back in. It was the first thrust of many, growing progressively faster and harder. Tiny little breaks in between let Vyra take what little breaths the pureblooded vampire wanted or needed. At all other times, he was mercilessly using the submissive as his comfort hole.

  The loud “GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!” echoed through the chamber, mixed in with the moans of the vampire. An exceptionally sensitive throat, she did not have, but she was a true masochist and the abuse of her throat mixed with the resulting asphyxiation were doing their part to make her an utter mess.

  Mentally and physically, as the flying droplets of drool assured. Vyra’s face was rapidly turned from a mask of elegance to a picture of debauched delight. Fluttering eyelids, glistening patches of precum mixed with saliva, thick strands of the same sticky mixture drawing between the surroundings of her bck lips and the base of his cock, and a smile that twitched around the corners of her agape mouth.

  Each impact on the soft stopper of her lips was a moment of pure delight. The tightness of her throat, the vibrations of her moans, and the sheer visual feast of her tits. Every thrust made them jiggle. Even pulling out made them jiggle. The titanic tits bounced alongside her trembles, rose and fell when she drew in desperate breaths. Her pale form was fully submissive to him, leaning into his rough lovemaking, even while his hands kept her steady.

  Amidst the “GLACK!” of thrusting into her and the wet slurps that accompanied pulling out of her vacuum tight throat, Rykard’s pleasure rose rapidly. He did not care to hold on, this was only the start of what he would do to her. The vampire dy had been made his companion for this venture to be used again and again. There were times where gentleness was appropriate to treat a submissive - being his only on-road cocksleeve was not that time.

  Not that Vyra was one for the gentle treatment anyhow. Her masochism seemed only to intensify the more he trained her. Watching the ecstatic expression on the cumdump's face, Rykard entered a final spurt of rapid motions - then he gave the vampire what she so desperately wanted.

  His cum exploded from the tip of his cock. Groaning in relief, he continued to thrust into her with each spurt. Sudden, harsh thrusts, with no rhythm to them. The head of his cock stayed in her throat the entire time, delivering wave after wave of his seed down her gullet.

  Rykard stood there, riding out the delight her tight throat brought him. All the while, the cum addicted submissive twitched and moaned, moving her tongue and head in little ways, to coax out of him all she could.The grip of his hands gradually rexed, to let her do as she pleased. By the time he had fully let go of her white hair, Vyra was worshipping his manhood with a rhythmic up and down.

  It did not seem to even cross the vampire sve’s mind to stop. Any pauses she took were to breathe only and even those were supplemented by the eager strokes of her hand. “You’re quite eager today,” Rykard hummed, pushing her off his cock so her lips were free to respond.

  Something that was still deyed. Vyra’s cross-eyed attention id on the cock smacking down across her face. After a few seconds, she had sorted her thoughts enough to say: “I’m serving as I should, Master. If I may… I believe you need an outlet after all you have seen today.” She put a hand on her own chest. “This set of holes will gdly be your outlet.”

  Humming, deeply pleased, Rykard hooked his thumb into the side of her mouth. Pulling at her cheek revealed her sharp, pearly white teeth. They were as perfect as the rest of her. “Words like that deserve more than compliments. Do tell me, is there anything I could do for you?” He patted her head with his other hand, gently caressing the mildly dishevelled strands of silky white. “My Vyra?”

  “Fuhck me, Mashtahr,” the vampire sve answered without hesitation. “Ushe me. That’sh my greatesht wish.”

  Rykard descended on her. In a tumble of limbs, they hit the soft cover of grass and flowers. A pyful bit of resistance kept him occupied for a little bit. Vyra’s strength was impressive, the vampiric nature belying the slenderness of her smooth arms, but she was no match for her owner. Gripped by the back of her head, she was pushed face down into the ground. Fat tits spilled under her curving chest, while she presented her bubble butt with eager wiggles.

  Rykard gave the pale twin spheres a couple of nice smacks. Each time had the masochistic vampire howl with delight. Her body tensed and forcefully rexed, right at the edge of orgasm. She moaned, voice muffled by grass. Dragging her up by the hair, her Master had one simple order for her. “Scream for me, Vyra. Let all of them hear what I am doing to you.”

  “Yes, Master!” the vampire dy decred loudly. Another spank had her eyes roll up for a moment, before her lips caught up. “AH! Master your strong hand feels so good!” Her volume was perfect, as loud as it could be without being fake. The only thing worse than no pleasure was feigned pleasure.

  Wishing to hear her truly scream, Rykard aligned himself behind her. His cock was still hard, still throbbing. The tip of it brushed against her cunt. Lustful swelling made her pretty pink petals readily visible. Her sex stood out from the surrounding area in all of its wetness. Outer folds were nearly visible and twitched when Rykard pulled at her bia with a single finger. The smooth, drenched skin soon slipped back and jiggled softly.

  Vyra swallowed hard, between panting breaths, when he pushed against her slit. “Mhmmmmmm-asssss-teeeer!” She cried loudly, while he parted her hot insides. She was just as tight as she had been when he had taken her this morning, just as wet and willing and his. “Yes… yes!” smoothly, he bottomed out against her. Tiny thrusts made the vampire sway back and forth.

  He dragged her around by her hair again, turned her face towards the still open entrance. Then and only then did he begin to pound her. His cock was every bit as hard as it had been when he had begun to fuck her throat.

  In and out of her tight twat, his manhood moved. The pace was feverish from the start. All that held Rykard back was the tightness of her folds, increasing further as the first proper orgasm crackled through the submissive.

  Vyra’s head flew up and she howled at the ceiling. The sound had to bounce through the nearby corridors, but Rykard doubted she even had the order in mind while she climaxed. This was simply what he did to her - what he always did to her when he was at the top of his game.

  Staying inside the vice-like grip of her twitching folds, Rykard amused himself by swatting her banced butt a few more times. The red hand imprints fred up for a moment at a time, swiftly removed by vampiric regeneration. The pain simirly fired up her orgasmic delight a few seconds at a time.

  “Oh, Ma-a-a-a-aster!” Vyra shouted, when he returned to fucking her. Her voice was stuttery from the sheer force of the repeated impacts. Now on knees and elbows, her enormous tits swayed underneath her. Rykard could almost feel the counterforce of those heavy, heavenly orbs swinging back and forth. Certainly, he could hear the way they smacked together as the pace increased. “YE— YEEEEES! MASTEEEEER! MASTER USE YOUR SUBMISSIVVVVVE SET OF HOLES! STREEEE-E-EEETCH MY BRED CUNT WITH YOUR WONDERFUL COOOOOOOCK!”

  “I should tell you to scream for me more frequently,” Rykard whispered in her ear, while a second orgasm choked out her words in favour of ravished grunts. “You know just what to say, sve.”

  Vyra giggled, cockdrunk and happy. Bowed over her form, Rykard took hold of one of her tits. The dangling sphere y heavy in his hand, its sheer weight pleasant in his palm. He pressed further up. Flesh spilled over his fingers. Vyra moaned. Spasms ebbed away. Rykard returned to pounding her.

  Hard and loud, the sound of his groin meeting her bouncy ass echoed through the room. “I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU!” Vyra howled. “MASTER! MASTE-E-E-ER! I LO-vvvvve you, I love you, iloveyou!” She took a deep breath and then just screamed, another spasm going through her. Her volume went up and down.. “YOU’ll MAkE me SQUIIIIRT!”

  Rykard suddenly pulled out of her. A short, disappointed noise was immediately drowned out by another cockdrunk giggle. He had turned her on her back, then tched onto her tits. His tongue circled the erect button of pale pink. His hands cupped and kneaded the sensitive breasts. Her legs were eagerly wrapped around his waist.

  While he busied himself with her squishy chest, Vyra rolled up her ass to get him their favourite angle. Ass between his thighs, legs spread as wide as the position allowed, Vyra reached down to guide his cock back into her agape cunt. He felt the heat of her outer folds envelope him, then he rammed his whole length into her.

  “YES!” That was the st Vyra spoke. An outcry of debauched delight, followed by minutes of rough grunts and screams. Hard and fast, Rykard pounded her. He was using her proper hole to achieve all the relief she wanted him to achieve. More importantly, he was driving her to ecstatic heights.

  He had her squirting within two minutes of ramming back inside her. Unlike the st two orgasms, he did not stop there. He kept working her tits and fucking her gushing hole. Each wave of clear pussy juice was only more lubrication to hammer past the grip of her cunt. A grip that did not let up, only sometimes loosened from the spasms she experienced while pinned underneath him.

  Vyra just kept on screaming, her vocal cords as much untaxed by the effort as her ass was from spanking. Her voice only went louder when his cock began to twitch inside her. His hardness surged like his pleasure did. He plunged into her one more time, then swiftly pulled out.

  Despite, or maybe because, of how intoxicated she was by the pleasure, Vyra reacted immediately. She squished her fat tits together, for him to thrust into the tight crevice of her cleavage. The ocean of soft, warm flesh was all he needed to cum.

  Semen spttered all over Vyra’s face. The head of his cock just barely peaked out between her breasts, shooting wave after wave of his cum over her attractive features. When the spurts began to diminish in intensity, he pulled back. Her hands milked the rest all over her beasts, his cum glistening white on her porcein skin.

  Even Vyra’s quivering breaths were loud. Each desperate inhale and halting exhale was another step on her long journey to try and recover. Rykard, for his part, was sweating a bit but otherwise well. He stretched towards one of the indoor branches, to eat a bit and get his spirits back up.

  He was far from done with the vampire.