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You feel the swish of red-hot claws swiping at the back of your neck. Your flesh freezes and bumps. This is not what you thought the villagers had meant when they warned you to stay away from the castle on the hill. But once you had laid eyes on the leering gothic architecture calling to you through the mist, you had been helpless to resist its medieval magnetism.
You believed that the chilling tales were merely the feeble attempts of insular, hostile locals trying to scare an outsider out of their pagan domain. However, you had quickly realised that you really should have heeded their words of warning.
Although, despite the perilous situation, you are more than a little confused by the way that your body is reacting to being chased through the castle dungeons, by the towering specimen of raw femininity still hot on your trail. You look back over your shoulder and see that she is drawing closer.
Your initial reaction to the colossal beauty in the dungeon was not that of fear. No, that would be how a well-adjusted person would react to a literal monster. Your first response, however, was always that of when you laid eyes a beautiful woman. Pure, unfiltered, unadulterated lust.
This being isn’t like other women though. No, not at all. You have never seen such a goliath in real life, or even in your wildest fantasies. She is a giant. She must be. There is no other explanation. Not the fee-fi-fo-fum kind, but fuck, she definitely wants to grind some bones, just maybe not to make bread.
She is strangely pale. Almost ghostly white. Like a decadent lily, effortlessly standing out amongst all other colours around her. This is only accentuated by the deep, blood-red lipstick adorning her ample, inviting lips. Her eyes, they glow. Not figuratively. Literally. They gleam a menacing yellow, as she leers down at you, hungrily licking those flawlessly painted lips. And her shape. Oh damn, her shape. She is insanely tall, but extremely curvy, and in all the right places. She has pale, exposed, heaving white cleavage, and her hips could make an hourglass look unshapely. And, that ass, oh that ass. It must be the finest view in Romania.
You become distracted. You feel yourself slowing. Your brain is no longer captain of the ship, and your yearning body begins to take over.
‘Hmm, not running anymore, little one? Don’t deprive me of the chase. I do enjoy it so.’
God, even her voice is sexy. Husky, but feminine. It immediately ignites a spark between your legs.
You are no longer watching where you are going. You reach a dead end. Dead. Yes, you probably will be soon. So why did this prospect no longer frighten you. Damn your insatiable thirst for fucking beautiful women, even apparently when that woman was an actual monster.
You come to a stop. You turn around slowly, scared but indescribably excited. You feel the anticipation seeping warmly into your underwear. You see that your giving up takes the beautiful creature by surprise. But only for a brief moment before she composes herself.
‘You appear to have given up a little too easily, my dear. Why ever would you stop with a creature such as myself on your tail?’
You clear your throat. If you are going out here and now, you are going out as you lived. Charming, cocky and fucked over by a beautiful woman.
‘Like your magnificent self, I do love the thrill of the chase,’ you say, as calmly as the adrenaline will allow, ‘but one should never desire to outrun a beautiful creature such as you.’
‘Oh my, this is an unprecedented turn of events,’ she smirks, licking her lips, ‘and what is that sweet scent that I am detecting. Oh, little one, I can smell your lust from here. You do surprise me.’
She looks you up and down, hungrily. Resting her eyes between your legs, where you are certain that she can somehow see exactly how excited you are becoming.
You don’t know if she wants to eat you or fuck you, but honestly, at this point, you don’t care. The thrill of riding this perfect specimen is all that is driving you now.
‘So, will you have me, before you kill me?’ your voice cracks, but you hold her gaze, and wink.
The creature chuckles deeply. ‘My, my, you are brave. And very forward. I do enjoy that in a woman. Hmm, let me see you. Come here.’
She beckons you over with a monstrously long, thick finger. You freeze. Natural instinct kicking in, you suppose. Fight or flight is becoming fight, flight or fuck, and you really want to see what’s behind door number three.
The towering woman watches you intently, clearly amused at the internal struggle that she can see between lust and survival. She chuckles again.
‘Come, my dear. You are rather fascinating. I will make your last moments more than worth it. Don’t fret.’
You slowly drag yourself towards her, legs heavy, trembling. You feel another wave of wetness oozing from your cunt. Your clit tingles deeply in anticipation.
You come to a halt just within her reach. You are shaking, panting and petrified. But somehow this spurs you on. You look the creature up and down, drinking in her perfect form, her lips, her breasts, her curves. If this was to be the end, it was a fucking beautiful way to go. You daringly reach her eyes, and see the lust and mischief dancing around her pupils.
‘Come on then, beautiful. Do your worst,’ you dare, buoyed by her clear interest.
Out of nowhere, her long, sharp claws swipe down in front of you. You scrunch your eyes closed, expecting death. You are instantly cold, you feel lighter somehow. This is it. The end.
But the pain that you are expecting doesn’t come. You open your eyes.
The cold breeze swirling through the dungeon is biting, you feel your nipples stiffen instantly. The excessive moisture between your legs is only emphasised by the biting wind. She has torn your dress and undergarments clean from your pale flesh, with expert precision. You are acutely aware that you are completely naked.
You would be embarrassed by this turn of events, but you know that your body is tight and hot, and hell you’re proud of it. The Lady of Castle Dimitrescu certainly seems to think so too. You see her wide, glowing eyes drinking you in, the fire in her is creating almost palpable heat between you.
‘Oh my, little one. You certainly are a feast for the eyes. And to think, I was just going to taste you and feed the rest to my daughters.’
You shudder. With the cold, and with the sentiment. But you only have one thing on your mind now. The enchanting creature in front of you. The suspense is killing you. You are aching. You need her now, nothing else matters.
She retracts her claws.
Suddenly, you’re being lifted off the floor, cradled in her toned and powerful arms. She effortlessly places you on top of a stack of wine barrels, until you are closer to her level. With one strong hand, she pins your arms up above your head and against the cold, stone wall.
With her other hand she pulls down the front of her white dress, and reveals the even paler white skin beneath. Her breasts are bigger than any you have seen before. They bounce at her slightest movement. They are perfectly round, and surprisingly pert, and you want to take them deep into your mouth and taste them.
You try to pull your arms free, in some vain effort to escape her vicelike grip. You know that it is futile but you need to touch them, to feel her cold, smooth, porcelain skin against your fingertips. To fill your hands and your desperate mouth with her perfect tits.
‘Oh no, you don’t, my little plaything. I am in control here. Any more misbehaving and I won’t let you have any fun at all before I end you.’
‘Yes, Ma’am, I-’
‘You will call me Mistress.’
‘Y-yes Mistress.’
‘Good girl. Now, silence. Open your legs wide for me. Then stay deadly still, and let me taste you.’
You willingly part your legs for her, as far as they can possibly go. She releases your arms and you let them drop to your side. You dare not move. She runs one long, powerful finger up the inside of your thigh. You can feel her with every nerve ending that she touches upon. You quiver beneath her. She brings the digit up to your warm, wet entrance and coats her finger in your dampness. You want to move your hips forward, to take her finger inside you and to ride it hard to desperate completion, but you know that if you move, you won’t ever get to feel her filling you with every inch of that thick, elongated finger.
‘I have never felt someone so ready for me,’ she crooned.
She brings her slick-coated finger up to her lips and seductively sucks the liquid off, gently pushing her finger in and out of her mouth between pursed lips. She doesn’t stop until she has taken every drop of you.
‘What do you want me to do to you, toy? You may speak.’
‘Please, Mistress, just put your finger inside me, and fuck me until I come. Please, I beg you, just take me now. I need you!’
She smirks widely and you hear a low growl deep in her throat. It sends chills through your very core.
‘As you wish, pet.’
You gasp loudly as she roughly thrusts her finger all the way inside you, until you can feel the pressure in your stomach. She slowly withdraws, and plunges her skilful digit back into your cunt, finding a slow, teasing rhythm. You cannot describe how incredible she feels filling you up. With her free hand she roughly tugs your head towards her breasts, until you latch on to her swollen, erect nipple. You suck and bite at it roughly. Her teat fills your hungry mouth, and you take it so deep that you choke a little. The biting is a risk, but her appreciative moan is all the validation you need. You move between both breasts giving them equally rapt attention.
‘Oh, little one,’ she cries out.
You can hear clearly the filthy sounds of her fucking you. The echoes of your wet pussy being filled over and over again are ringing throughout the dungeon. She quickens her pace, until she is fucking you harder and faster than you ever thought possible. You feel like she could you split in two, but you beg and plead with her not to stop.
You can no longer sense the barrels below you. It feels as if you are floating. Your ears are ringing, and your moans and her growls are just distant reverberations in your head. The pressure builds intensely between your legs. You suck at her breasts harder and harder as you feel yourself getting closer to erupting. Her moans become deep, guttural, almost animal like. You suspect that she could come merely from fucking you.
You sense her free arm move from around your waist. You feel her dress being pulled up and the desperate fumbling below her dress. When she finally reaches her cunt, you can hear just how wet she is, and how hard and fast she is pleasuring herself. The echoes of the dungeon still magnify every single sound of your desperate coupling.
The sounds of her touching herself while she is inside you, get you right to the edge. You clench tightly around her erect finger, rocking your hips faster and faster in keeping with her impeccable speed and rhythm.
‘I’m going to come, Mistress,’ you panted. ‘Oh Mistress, oh God, oh my God…’
You cry out in ecstasy, and feel the sweet release of the hot liquid from inside you. You squirt all over her pristine made-up face, her dress, her bouncing breasts. She does not let up, she is smiling as she licks the wetness from her chin, with her impressively large tongue. She keeps plunging her fingers in and out of your throbbing cunt. You feel the pressure building again, you cry out louder this time, squirting harder and longer. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to stop, you are close to the edge again.
She suddenly pulls her hand away. You gasp, as the rest of your juices dribble out of you. You feel instantly empty.
‘My, my. You did enjoy that, my little plaything. But now, it is my turn. But I will not allow you to have me here. Come.’
She pulls you down from your sullied throne of barrels, places you on the floor and coolly throws your clothes at you. Pulling up the front of her dress, she turns regally on her heel.
You try to steady yourself, but you are having more than a little trouble. You are high on the absolute euphoria that you are certain no human woman could even hope to create in you.
You grit your teeth and force yourself to stand up straight. Your clothes are torn, but you try to cover yourself the best you can. You can feel the warmth of your sex trickling down your leg as you stagger after your Mistress.
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You finally catch up to the Lady in what looks to be the kitchen, desperately trying to cover your exposed flesh just in case you encounter any other occupants of the castle. Your Mistress has stopped and is waiting for you, clearly frustrated.
‘Come on plaything, do not keep me waiting when I am so desperately in need.’
She sweeps you up into her mighty arms and throws you over her shoulder. Her steps are so long and quick, you can barely blink before you are in her ornate white and gold bed chamber. She throws you down on to the bed with measured force.
The Lady reaches around in a drawer next to the bed, and pulls out a huge, flesh-coloured strap on with inhuman girth. She throws it on the bed next to you. You pick it up dutifully, and stare at it open-mouthed. It’s heavy, but you know you can make this work. Your top game is nothing short of brilliant, and you never have been one to back down from a challenge.
‘Put it on now, you little slut. I do not like to be made to wait.’
You discard your destroyed clothes easily, and hastily climb into the huge harness. You only have to adjust it slightly. Another human must have worn this last. Your mind flashes to an image of her using this on you, but you knew that this is not a toy that your tight pussy could survive. You slide to the edge of the bed and look up at your mistress. She looks back at you and down at the huge cock between your legs, her eyes once again yellow and hungry.
She seductively bites her bottom lip as she slowly starts to undress. She smirks approvingly as she watches your eyes scan every perfect inch of milky white flesh that she is revealing to you, bit by bit. When she finally steps out of her dress, and lets it drop to the floor, the throbbing between your legs intensifies. Your pussy is flowing like a river once again, gushing freely on to the decadent silk bedsheets.
‘Now, I do hope you know what you are getting yourself into, my little toy. I do tend to get a little carried away.’
You swallow thickly. You hadn’t thought through the logistics of a beautiful behemoth losing control of her senses as you skilfully rail her to orgasm. You quickly dismiss the thought. No other woman would ever compare to the divine being towering over you. If this was it for you, there truly would be no better way to go.
You kick in to top-mode. This is going to be one hell of a risk, but if this was going to be your final performance, it was going to be the best damn performance yet. You are a professional after all.
You stand up, grip your Mistress around both hips, and throw her with surprising violence on to the bed. You suspect that she had mostly thrown herself, but you feel overwhelmingly powerful nevertheless.
You slowly walk over to the edge of the huge bed, and drink in the sight of her perfect, naked form. She lays on her back, her legs widen in invitation. You see the wet glistening between her powerful thighs, and you know she is just as excited for this as you are.
You clamber into the space between her open legs. You want to taste her, but you don’t dare sway from the implied instruction of the toy she had thrust at you.
You hold the colossal shaft with one hand. Your fingers do not fit all the way around it, but you grip it well enough to slap it gently at her dripping entrance. You gently rub the tip back and forth on her enormous, rock hard clit, and hear her inhale sharply.
‘Take me, take me now. NOW, plaything.’
You plunge the huge cock inside of her surprisingly tight pussy, and start to thrust quickly. You will not keep her waiting. You build up speed quickly until your soft skin slaps wetly together, in a mixture of your flowing juices.
She gasps loudly. You look up at the beautiful ecstasy on her face and feel a current of electric shoot through your clit. She starts to play with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them roughly. Her eyes are closed, her perfect mouth stuck in a flawless O shape as she moans lightly. The moans are breathy and more feminine now.
The louder she becomes, the harder and faster you push yourself, your hips are aching, your legs are tiring, but you will not stop.
You feel the friction of the harness rubbing against your clit, and the pressure starts to build inside you one again. You go quicker, harder. Your mistress cannot speak, her face still frozen in absolute bliss. Her cries get louder and louder, the bed shakes and creaks under the sheer force of your frenzied fucking.
She reaches a long, slender arm down to reach you, and curls her fingers around your throat. She grips tightly and catches your breath in your throat. The thrill of your oxygen supply being cut off and slowly depleting only spurs you on. You know she’s close, you feel her body tensing underneath you, you bring a thumb to her monstrous clit, and massage the erect bump in teasing swirls and circles. You are choking for air now.
The rough contact of the harness is bringing you closer and closer. You feel her tightening around the huge cock and you drive it harder and deeper inside her.
You hear her reaching her climax. Her pleasure is deafening. The wild sounds send you over the edge and you buck your hips and quiver uncontrollably on top of her. She is coming with such force that her whole body jerks and spasms. The bed is screeching under the pressure. She loosens her grip on your throat and she rides the orgasm for several more seconds, to its apex.
You gently withdraw the lengthy shaft from inside her, and she judders as the tip is pulled out. You roll on to the bed beside her, utterly spent, covered in sweat, come and sex. The room is spinning, you cannot move.
Her panting slows. She swallows.
‘My, my. You are talented. Maybe one of the best yet’, she says, quietly, still recovering. ‘It’s a shame that I just do not have the space to keep you.’
She mounts you, with no warning. Pinning you down with her thick, brilliant thighs. You have nothing left to even try in vain to fight her off. Her claws fly out from her fingertips, with a furious screech of nail on bone. Before you know it, she slices at your throat. You try to gasp, but all you can hear is wheezing and the violent gurgling of blood. She is feeding on you now, drinking deeply and expertly from your carotid artery.
She is cutting off the blood supply to your brain. You feel no pain, your consciousness is drifting. Your last thought is only of the sheer euphoria of fucking the most beautiful creature in the world. And as your eyes flutter closed, the final image you see is that of the majestic, hedonistic creature desperately sucking away your life force. You smile contently, as you fall limp and the blissful darkness takes you.