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Feeling how wet she was felt like plunging into an ocean of ecstasy for him. His cock throbbed with need at the thought of being inside her. He rubbed small circles around her clit, letting her ride close to the edge, but not going quite all the way.
"Have you dreamed of me fucking you? Answer me, Ianora, and I'll give you release!"
"I—I've dreamed of it," she cried out. "Please, I admit it, I've—"
He didn't need an explanation, only just that he wasn't the only one. His cock twitched and leaked, and he had to stop stroking himself through Ianora's whimpers, or else he would reach his climax too soon. Knowing that she had dreamed of wanting him, throughout those years, it was all he needed.
Finally, she cried out loudly in pleasure and shuddered hard in orgasmic bliss. "C-Castor!"
He smirked, knowing that she'd been thoroughly conquered by his magic and would soon be completely helpless before him. But it was all worth it to see this beautiful vampire succumbing at last to his lustful desires, leaving herself utterly vulnerable to be fucked in any way he pleased.
If only he could have her tonight. If only he didn't have to wait.
But this wasn't how he wanted her first time to be. He wanted it to be special, regardless of the circumstances leading to that moment.
Castor continued to stroke himself again, the familiar need blooming in his belly and filling him to the brim. Ianora struggled again as Castor's lips trailed around her throat while one hand pumped himself harder and faster, seeking that ever-so-awaited release.
She whimpered as he pressed himself against her trembling body, sending shivers of delight through every inch of her skin. "W-what are you ..."
"You found your pleasure tonight, darling," he grunted, "you wouldn't deny a hard-working man his own, would you?"
His hand worked faster and harder, but then, leaning away from him again, he found her lips far too enticing to pass up. Plump and pink as they were, they would give way to a hole almost as wet and tight as the one he craved. And, imagining those little moans of hers muffled by his mouth, that was nearly enough to shove him over the edge.
Panting with need, Castor grasped Ianora's head with both hands and forced her to take his cock between her lips. He groaned in delight as he slid inside of her velvety warmth in one smooth thrust. She cried out in alarm as he thrust deep into the back of her throat, and when she gagged, he didn't let go.
"Shh," he groaned as his hips began to buck. "Don't fight it. Fight it. Whatever you want. God, that feels fucking amazing. Your mouth is heaven."
She managed to shift her shoulders against the coffin's magic, but Castor was too far gone now to be deterred by a few tears or choking sounds. He rammed himself into Ianora's mouth repeatedly, reveling in the way she felt around him while she lay there powerless beneath him.
He knew she would be soaked between her legs again, her pussy aching to be filled with his fingers and cock, but she'd caused him enough trouble already. Unless she finally decided to obey him, she wouldn't be getting a climax like that again for a long time, and he would leave her here, dreaming of what it could be like to have him.
Finally, a rush of heat and pleasure exploded in Castor's core. With a groan, he thrust into Ianora's mouth one more time, and erupted in a wave of ecstasy that left him shuddering against the coffin wall. His seed spurted from his cock, some falling down her throat and tongue as he pulled out, the rest spattering all over Ianora's pretty face and plump lips.
She remained limp beneath him, unable to move or protest as he had his way with her.
Castor grinned wickedly at the sight of his cum dripping down onto her writhing body below. He knew that soon enough it would all be his for the taking—every inch of Ianora's lush curves at his disposal whenever he wanted them. And there was no doubt that he would waste no time seizing this enticing prize for himself.
With a groan, Castor righted himself and put his cock away. "Mmm, good as ever, love. Now tell me how it will be: will you come with me now, or do I need to leave you here for a few days, trapped in isolation, thinking about all the mistakes you've made? Left on the brink of orgasm and left to suffer?"
"Fuck you," Ianora spat. "You might take what you want, but I told you already. I won't ever be yours completely."
"Whatever you say. I'm sure you'll be singing a different tune in a few days." He began to close to coffin over top of her, as much as he wanted to curl up beside her and rest with her. "They always do."
"W-wait, you can't just leave me here!"
"I can, and I will, and I already have," he called at her as he walked away. "Tell me all about it in a few days, won't you?"
Chapter 9 - Ianora
She couldn't move. Within hours of Castor leaving her, alone in the coffin’s darkness, her throat stopped working, and she could not speak or scream anymore, either.
There was nothing she could do against Castor's cruel machinations now.
As she lay there, Ianora realized that this was a fate worse than death itself. To be locked away forever in a darkened prison, stripped of her mobility, and left at the mercy of a vicious vampire king. But even if it meant eternal agony, Ianora refused to give up hope for escape. Somehow, she would find a way out of this wretched prison and wreak her revenge upon Castor for what he had done to her. She just had to think. There had to be a way.
She chuckled to herself. At least if she were trapped here, she would not be used by Castor or anyone else ever again. In that sense, wasn't she winning?
For now, at least, there was nothing she could do except try to wait peacefully until Castor returned. But as the hours dragged on and nothing happened, she wondered if that day would ever come again. Isolation was not new to her, but isolation as a means of torture was. Castor used it as skillfully as a blade, and her heart wrenched, thinking that she was the reason he had become so vile and twisted.
