Vamp Slay Me (MFM Vampire BDSM) (2 page)

“HHHHHGHUMM,” Vincent growls, the excitement becoming too much for him too.

The vampire holding her suddenly looks shocked though, despite even the numbing effect of the glamour spell, as Cremona drives her sword into his trousers and slices them open at the side, allowing her to tear them off from his legs- the material falling in heaps to the sides of him.

“Wow,” Kultor says, surprised that the woman has managed to de-clothe Vincent without
de-masculinising him in the process.

“You’re impressed by me!?” Cremona shouts at him, her pussy getting even wetter as she feels the solid stab of Vincent’s cock pressing against the aching furrow of her cunt.

“Never!” Kultor shouts. “I’d rather fuck a cave troll!”

“You’ll fuck me till you pass out!”

“I won’t fuck you at all!”

“You will!”

“I won’t!”

“YOU WILL!”

“I WON’T!”

“YOU WILL!”

“I WON’T!”

“
YOU WILL! FUCK ME NOW, VINCENT! FUCK ME NOW!” Cremona screams, as it all becomes too much for her to resist, and suddenly Vincent is tearing the underwear off her- the fine silk of it pressing into her flesh and tearing at it before the material eventually gives- the man’s arms raging out to the sides of him- the shreds of her panties held triumphantly in his gripped hands.

“RHHHHHOHHHHHR!” Vincent bellows, as he is immediately
inside of her, the warm press of her succulent, muscular pussy gripping itself round his cock, as it’s thrashed violently and rapidly into her- the motion of him blurring from the unbelievable shock of his speed.

“FUCK
ME!” Cremona screams. “FUCK ME!”

Kultor smiles, as he watches the flare and the fury of their fucking- Cremona arched up against the wall and Vincent pistoning himself in and out of her- the woman wrapping her luscious thighs round his arse as he drives his fangs into her neck- her
lips trembling as his back muscles ripple.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Cremona shouts at Keltor.

“A fucking whore,” Keltor spits at her.

“Who said you get to watch!?” she shrieks, pushing herself forwards so that her tits are in Vincent’s mouth instead of her neck- the force of her movement unloosening them from the tight, leather grip of her dress, exposing the full, pink wonder of her nipples. “WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD WATCH?”

“You want money, whore?” Keltor asks, pulling some loose silver out of his pocket- barely enough to buy bread with. “Here you go, trollop,” he says, throwing the coins onto the floor. “Or would you prefer that I stuff them into that saggy, old coin purse between your legs?”

“WHAT!?” Cremona screams, as Vincent really starts to get into his stride, the diamond-hard tip of his cock smashing into her g-spot like a pickaxe mining a rich vein of minerals- her cunt tightening and moistening with every deftly struck strike of the thing.

“Did I give you too much?” Keltor asks, bending down to pick up some of the coins- the grim smile on his face mixing with Cremona’s anger and lust most deliciously, sending spasms of hellishly hot heaven through her body.

“YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!” she rages, as the humiliation of it forces a mini-orgasm out of her- the crushing scorch of her loins trembling and gripping at Vincent’s cock, exciting an orgasm out of him in turn, resulting in him shooting his starlight-white stream of fuck straight into the
collapsing sun of her cunt- the vampire sinking his fangs round the aurora of her nipples with manic and maniacal glee- Cremona digging her sharp, black nails into the deathly-white flesh of his back- Keltor growing harder from the mere sight of it.

“
Are you enjoying yourself, whore?” Keltor grunts smugly. “You must be the only harlot in the world who comes before her customer!”

“FUCK YOU!” Cremona screams, gripping Vincent ever harder as she grits her teeth and screeches through the hair which has fallen messily all over her eyes.

“Does it cost extra if I get to cover your hag’s face with a sack?” Keltor spits.

“FUCK YOU!” Cremona wails, the orgasm inside of her being beaten and thrashed about like some deadbeat, bare-knuckle boxer, growing number yet more blinding with every strike. “FUCK YOU!”

“How about if I just fuck you in your arse so I only see the back of your head?” he asks. “Or do you enjoy it more when you take it in your rancid, old dirt hole?”

“YOU WANT MY FUCKING ARSEHOLE!?” she screams at him, as the last shudders of her orgasm escape from the tightly-gripped flesh of her snatch. “THEN YOU WILL HAVE IT!” she screams, as suddenly she bends her legs
back, kicks Vincent away from her, lands on her feet, and then does some sort of triple-somersault back-flip, resulting in her landing with her taut, muscular thighs wrapped round Vincent’s wet, tongue-filled mouth.

“LICK ME, VINCENT!” she screams. “LICK ME!”

And lick her he does, the vampire instantly attacking her pussy like an anteater at feeding time- his tongue deftly and expertly everywhere, giving her the full fury of chaos mixed with the exactitude of the mathematician, filling her clit with the trembling, wet flushes of arousal, making it tingle and throb with delight.

“NOW YOU COME HERE!” Cremona screams at Keltor, pointing her sword at him. “COME HERE AND TONGUE MY FUCKING ARSEHOLE!
TONGUE IT!
TONGUE IT!
”

“Never,” Keltor says, folding his arms across the vast expanse of his chest.

“YOU WILL FUCKING DO IT! YOU WILL FUCKING DO IT, OR I SHALL HAVE VINCENT TEAR YOU TO PIECES!” she rages at him, the resistance making her hotter and hotter as her cunt grows wetter and wetter- the saliva from the vampire’s probing, black tongue mixing with the naughty tang of the juices gushing out of her snatch.

“Never!” he shouts.

“YOU WILL DO IT!”

“NEVER!”

“NOW!”

“NEVER!”

“NOW!”

“NEVER!”

And then Keltor’s eyes suddenly open wide, as Cremona hurls her sword at him- the jagged instrument of death spinning in the air before sinking itself into the hard, wooden floor below him- narrowly missing his cock on its way.

Keltor gulps, as he remembers all the vampires that Cremona has accidentally exterminated in her sex games.

“Okay,” he says, before slinking his way round to the back of her- the sight of her continued thrashing and rubbing against Vincent a massive turn on, as she rides his face like it was a bucking bronco.

Keltor is approaching her, when suddenly she strikes backwards at him.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST STICK YOUR DIRTY LITTLE TONGUE IN ME!?” she screams at him. “YOU NEED TO WAKE IT UP FIRST! GRAB MY SWORD! GRAB MY FUCKING SWORD!”

Avoiding the demented woman’s swiping
, Keltor reaches down and picks up her sword, admiring the twisted, metal craftsmanship of it.

For a second, h
e thinks about just running her though...

Surely he could escape before Vincent has chance to decimate him...

If he ran into the Lord’s chamber, and woke him...

Cremona
thinks about this too, and it’s giving Keltor the option to kill her which is the greatest turn on of all, knowing that if he chooses to do what she commands then it’s because he fears her.

Fears her completely.

“Well?” she says, smiling down at Keltor.

A smile which tells him
who’s in charge.

A smile which makes
it clear that she has thought this thing through.

“Let’s wake that arse up then,” Keltor says, as he twists the sword round so that the flat side is facing her,
before then using it to slap her, putting every last ounce of his vampiric strength into it- the sound of it connecting with her flesh echoing around the antechamber, and her skin turning instantly blood-red where it makes contact with her.

“YOU WOULD STRIKE ME!?” she screams at him.

“Fuck yeah, I would!” he snarls back, as he smashes the flat of the sword against her arse cheeks- the ultra-sharp edge of the blade catching her only slightly and yet leaving a finely sliced cut across the top of her buttocks.

“YOU WOULD WAKE MY ARSE!?” she screams, tangling her fingers up in Vincent’s hair and forcing his face further into her pussy, feeling the nip of his lurking fangs on the press of her flesh.

“I’M WAKING IT! I’M WAKING IT!” he screams again, as he continues to rain furious blows down upon her, switching his grip round to strike the other side too- the bright, red marks growing thicker and brighter with each swipe.

“YOU WOULD WAKE IT!?” she screams again, her neck arched back as her head dips into the bliss of
getting exactly what she wants- her brain in heaven even as her arse is put through hell.

“I WOULD!”

“YOU WOULD!?”

“I WOULD!”

“THEN IT WAKES! IT WAKES! IT WAKES!”

And with that, Keltor takes his cue and lunges forwards, his muscular, black tongue forcing itself straight into the tight, little clench of her arsehole,
the strength of his muscle opening it up- the vampire breathing in the filthy, fleshy scent of her through flared nostrils, as the sword drops to the floor with an almighty, metallic clank.

“IT WAKES!” Cremona screams again, as she puts a hand on each of their heads, forcing the two men in and out of her cunt and arse with her powerful arms, grinding her hips back and forward with the strength of her legs, feeling every last tingle of their tongues as the
y press into the flesh inside of her.

“IT WAKES!” she cries again, as she strengthens her grip on them- the sharpness of her nails cutting their skin and pulling their hair, spurning them onto crazier and dirtier feats of carnal delight- their tongues probing and pressing inside of her like wolves breaking into a pig’s cottage.

“IT WAKES!” she rages for the final time, her clit starting to bulge and throb with the thunder of the heavy orgasm inside of her-

-waiting to burst
-

-waiting to burst
!

-and then bursting!

-BURSTING!

-BURSTING!

The unbelievable and unleashed fury of it escapes from the confines of her body, before pouring down through her skin like a rain of liquid ecstasy, pounding down on every part of her as little circles of exquisitely aching sensation.

“NOW FUCK ME IN IT! FUCK ME IN IT! FUCK ME IN IT!” she commands, causing Keltor to quickly loosen his trousers and drop them to round his ankles.

“I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” she shouts, meaning it in every sense of the word, as she unwraps her legs from round Vincent’s neck and slides down between their naked bodies, getting closer to their cocks, feeling the fat and hard hefts of them pressing into her flesh, and then sliding up-

-sliding up-

-sliding up!

And then
they’re inside of her, the two duelling cocks grinding deftly in and out of her- the wetness from their tongues mixing with her blood and fuck-juice to create a messy and fleshy grip of fuck.

“YES!” Cremona screams. “FUCK ME!
FUCK ME!
FUCK ME!
”

And the two men do, feeling
the orgasm from their double-teamed assault of her as it continues to rage through her flesh- the woman’s insides shaking and shuddering with the pleasure of it- her nails scratching Vincent’s back, and her arse grinding up and down on Keltor’s cock like she was trying to smash it to oblivion with her fulsomely, curvy cheeks.

“FUCK ME!” she snarls- through gritted teeth and matted hair. “FUCK ME TILL YOU COME IN ME! FUCK ME TILL YOU COME IN ME!”

And the two of them have every intention of doing so- the clinging tension of her holes already drawing them towards it- the pair of them getting that familiarly swelling pressure in the weight of their balls, as they feel the come growing ready to escape.

“FUCK!”

“FUCK!”

“FUCK!”

The three of them scream mightily, until suddenly the men are firing their loads into her- the come of Vincent mixing with what he already sprayed into her, while the come of Keltor trails a new path of flaming glory into her arse, making the deviant vampire slayer feel like she’s drowning from the inside out- the hot, sticky spray of them filling up every last part of her, flooding her nerves with more sensation than they can handle at once, making her brain feel like the world is falling out of focus.

“COME IN
ME!” she demands. “COME IN MY FUCKING CUNT! COME IN MY FUCKING ARSE!”

And that they continue to do, as surprising amounts of it spray and hose out of them- their cocks shaking and sputtering with the effort of it, making the tips of them go numb as their
gripping hands start to quake with the strain of it.

“COME IN ME!” she shouts again, as it starts to slow down, going from a constant stream of the stuff into staggered, powerful shots.

“Come in me,” she moans, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open- her face so matted with hair that she looks like she’s been fucked through a hedge.