Alastair

Suddenly, I feel terribly self-conscious, and my eyes fall to his bulge, where his hands are slowly starting to withdraw that massive shaft. Surely he sees me as just another servant, some country girl who’s a dime a dozen. But then his fingers touch my chin, raising my gaze back to his eyes as he looks down on me with a face filled with desire.

“I don’t give this fine wine to just anyone, darling,” he says, his voice a low husk, and as he speaks, he presses his hips forward, that massive crown brushing against my lips, and I feel my knees weaken with desire as my heart lifts at his praise.

“Thank you, Master,” I whisper, and I let my tongue out to pass over his cock.

It’s so warm, warmer than I remember it inside me earlier in the heat and confusion of the first time. I still can’t believe I could give my virginity to this godlike figure, this vampire in a stormy tower. And now his manhood is in my lips. The taste of his cock is incredible, and it isn’t long before I open my mouth wider to let my tongue roll down the bottom of it, feeling it stiffen more as I move it into my mouth.

Lord Alastair never lets my gaze leave his, my eyes turned up toward him as my mouth stretches for his colossal girth. How did I fit all of this into my virgin pussy earlier?

Just as his long shaft felt utterly right in my pussy, the taste of him on my tongue is sweeter than any wine could hope to be. I’m not shy when I wrap my tongue around as much of his cock as I can find, my hand going up to his balls and fondling the heavy things, and Lord Alastair’s mouth hangs open as I do, his chest rising and falling as his cock stiffens and pulses in my mouth.

I may have found my strong suit.

His twitching is compelling as I start to grow more invasive with my tongue’s probing, bringing as much of the cock into my mouth as I can, feeling the crown touch the back of my mouth, but I’m able to control my reflexes as if I’d been doing this for ages. As I feel a hard pulse in his cock, I withdraw just enough to taste the precum as it beads from his head, and I moan into his cock at the taste.

Then he reaches around to my hair, giving me a gentle tug for me to withdraw, and I obey, albeit giving him a pouting face. He smiles, wagging a finger at me.

“Don’t get greedy, darling. I will taste of you, first.”

Before I can respond, he reaches down and picks me up by the hips, turning me around in his arms to carry me, one hand under my ass and the other at my shoulders. I can’t get over how tall and strong he is—I really am like a doll in his hands.

He brings me over to a massive plush rug that’s sitting in front of the fireplace, but the heat I feel from its glowing embers can’t compare to the heat between my needy pussy and his whole body. I feel his cock on my ass, and it’s still as stiff as ever, his rock-hard shaft grinding against me and coming to life.

He sets me down on my back, and I look up to him as if waiting for some new command, eager to please him, but he only glances my way before giving the faintest of smiles and reaching for my thighs.

I catch my breath, expecting him to penetrate me, but instead, he leans in with his face, wetting his lips as he looks at my exposed, wet pussy, glistening with honey in the firelight.

He’s so close to it I can feel his body heat, and I just want to push my pussy up into him, to open myself as wide as possible. “Please, Master,” I whine, my voice pleading, “do everything you want!”

“I will, Maisie,” he states, his grip on my thighs gentle yet firm as steel. “But first, you need to learn what it is you want.” He doesn’t give me a second to ask what he means. He leans in, grinding his face against my pussy, and I feel the faint stubble of his face on my lips, and my pussy clenches, my voice squeaking as I feel my whole body cry out for him.

He groans into my pussy, hands sliding down and toying with my sensitive inner thigh as he inhales, smelling my honey like he relished the aroma of his wine earlier. Then his tongue comes out.

The long tongue strokes my cunny, the whole length of it, first plunging deep into its depths before lingering there, probing around and making my whole body convulse. Even his nonverbal commands carry weight, his authority heavy in the air around us. I can do nothing but obey his whims, and he desires that I put on a show for him.

I bite my lip, pressing my hips up, and he rewards me by hooking his tongue up and teasing at the inner walls of my pussy. He’s more nimble than I thought any man could be with his tongue, and god does it hit just where I want it!

Then he lets it trail up to the hood of my clit, toying around until it passes over my swollen nub, and I feel an orgasm wrack my body without warning, like he just summoned it up at will. It wouldn’t surprise me. There must be something supernatural about this terrifying, rapturous man.

His tongue tortures my clit, darting out and in of his mouth in short, quick strikes, and I let out audible gasps and yelps as my body thrashes like a live wire under him. Yet he’s able to keep control of me, his grasp on my thighs tightening as I struggle.

“Oh, Master,” I gasp, a tear in my eye as the sensation nearly overwhelms me, “Master, I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Then I will push you to your limits,” he growls, rising up, and I know I’ve made a terrible, delicious mistake by testing him so, because his cock is thicker than I’ve ever seen it before, and he’s stroking it.

Rising just enough, he impales me with his cock, and I let out a scream of bliss as an orgasm ripples through me, the swollen cock reminding my body of what I’d just started to suspect was mere fantasy. But now, I can see it, my eyes straining to look down my lacy outfit to the trunk of the massive cock now balls-deep in my swollen pussy.

The mere sight of it nearly makes me pass out from stimulation. I’ve touched myself before, explored the depths of my body a little, but nothing, nothing is anything like what this...this aristocrat is giving me.

His cock turns up as he starts to buck into me, his hand going under the small of my back to lift me up and let his crown start to strike my g-spot, that now-familiar golden spot he discovered and claimed as his own, and just like that, I’m useless in his grasp, my exhausted body spent from so many orgasms in one day. Still, though, my pussy offers him more of my honey, his shaft doused in glistening passion as he bucks harder and harder.

His thrusting and grinding never relents, a practiced talent that he seems to wield like a master artisan with a paintbrush. His fingers dig into my back, and I feel him lifting me up slowly. Finally, he hoists me up, leaning back and letting me rest upright on his stiff cock, where he bounces me effortlessly.

I feel something more welling up within me, something stronger and more powerful than what I felt before, and it’s written all over my face. I clench my eyes as his bucking pushes me closer, closer, until…

...he stops.

My eyes spring open, and I see a devilish look in his eyes as he holds me still, his hips arched and leaving me perched atop his cock like a trophy. “Please,” I beg, “please, don’t stop!”