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Dirk Longpole, vampire hunter and protector of humanity reached his destination, the manor house of a vampire rumored to have preyed upon the locals of the village. Long french windows climbed high into the cloudy, gloom filled night sky. Ivy rested at its sides and at its feet lay black dead leaves. It felt colder being so close. In his tattered duster and wide brim hat, which was in poor condition, he shivered and hurried to the door. Though before he burst in, he took a moment to pray.

Garlic hung in a necklace around his neck, and a vial of holy water pressed against him in his pocket. A golden cross was tucked into his shirt for extra protection. All he had to do would be to hold out until sunrise.

BAM

The door crashed open as he rushed in, clutching the cross in his fist tightly.

Footsteps muffled by the deep purple runner that spanned a long hallway, he crept forward. Fire lit chandeliers cast wavering light in circles, though there was a deep darkness between each gap. Frowning, he let go of the cross and listened, turning his head in the direction of every door lining the halls.

His own heartbeat pounded in his ears until-

“My my boy, are you lost?”

Whirling around, the front doors slammed shut and the figure of a woman approached. She walked slowly, crushed velvet black dress masking her in the darkness between light until she stood completely under one.

Hair like ink flowed down perfectly straight to her waist, contrasting her milky white skin. She placed one hand on her hip, and extended a pale leg from a high slit of the floor length, tight gown.

“I am Mistress Salvia, Vampire Queen and you…” She lifted a finger at him, dark red nails shining and sharp. The sleeves of her dress flared, making her gesture appear more regal. “Are you a trespasser? Why have you intruded upon my domain?”

Dirk swallowed as she lowered her arm. The dress hung from her shoulders; gigantic, gorgeous, perfect breasts accentuated by a pendant in the shape of a drop of blood. Which reminded him of his mission.

“I am Dirk Longpole, and you- monster!” The garlic necklace was taken from his neck and shook in his haste. “Will die when the sun rises!”

Dark red lips as smooth as her velvet dress turned into a condescending smirk.

“Oh- is that what that smell is? And here I thought someone was serving Italian.” Mistress Salvia grinned, narrowing her eyes and there, in the light…

Fangs.

Dirk didn’t hesitate any longer, charging forward with the necklace and swiping. The scent was strong, and the vampire woman side-stepped, turning her body away from the door and further into the manor house. Growling in frustration, Dirk aimed to toss the things at her, only for her to catch them!

“Oh-ho-ho no. I’m not getting this on my dress.” The garlic was placed on a giant pot of roses sitting on a skinny wood table. She was mocking him!

“But how?!”

“Vampire. Queen.” She repeated, placing a hand under her chin and looking down at the man in a sideways glance. Hissing, she raised her claws and her hands seemed to glow!

The walls made a rumbling as though the earth around them was being shaken. The chandeliers rocked back and forth, candlelight casting quick long shadows between them.

He was prepared for sorcery and lowered himself in a defensive stance. A crack like a thunder clap blasted through his ears and a part of the wall he was standing beside exploded! That could have taken his head off! Though he would not let her hit her mark with another!

The cross was yanked from his shirt, and he held it high, shaking it.

“Back, monster!”

There was a delay as the enchantress blinked and widened her bright eyes, hissing and turning away.

“Foul mortal! My weakness!”

He had the upper hand now, pulling the vial of holy water free and popping the cork. All he had to do now was herd the beast into a room with no escape. Kicking open the closest door revealed a dusty drawing room lined with a library of books and plush, decorative furniture. The window was boarded up, making it perfect.

Mistress Salvia hissed and whined as he sprinkled drops of holy water, shrieking when it hit her gown. Door slammed behind him, all he had to do was wait out the morning sun.

“You… you brute! Look at what you’ve done to me!”

The room was alight with candelabra, and he could see splatters of water near her bosom. While she recoiled from his raised cross, Dirk lunged, wrapping her in a bear hug with her chest pressed tight against him. They struggled, though her thin frame could not break his hold. In their embrace, he noticed a sweet smell coming from her neck and looked for any charms or the source. Though in his gazing, he’d gotten an eyeful of how her breasts had been pressed upwards, her nipples nearly poking from the top of the low cut of the front. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been staring until she spoke.

“You like?” She asked, tilting her head to the side and batting her lashes.

“I… I won’t be swayed by your charms!”

Smirking, Mistress Salvia extended her leg as much as she could, letting him admire her white skin up to her exposed thigh. “I think you will. Look deep into my eyes, I’m going to cast a spell!”

He wanted to look away, but she used what little maneuvering she could manage to stroke his waist with the tips of her fingers. Dirk’s breath hitched when he met her eyes as though it were a reflex, and then- couldn’t look away. She licked her lips, speaking in a language he couldn’t identify. Devil’s tongue, surely. No other language could be so… breathtaking.

The vial was removed from his hand before he could react, and emptied over a potted vase of flowers. When had he loosened his grip? He was breathing faster now.

“You came hunting for me, so come- take your prize.” She whispered.

His pants were very, very tight.

“You have fallen underneath my spell.” Mistress Salvia was slightly taller than him in her high black heels, and she leaned her head down. “Take off. That cross.”

Unable to look away, he did so, feeling like his body was consumed by hellfire as she stood nearly nose to nose. Said cross was placed on a nearby couch, like one would set down house keys after coming home.

“Good.” She moved her head next to his, speaking directly onto his ear. “Get that belt undone, those pants look uncomfortable, no?”

Red hot want shot flares of lust to his loins, and he complied with shaking hands. His cock was ready and hard. He jolted when icy cold fingers slid up and down his shaft and pulled his underwear down, stroking. There was already precum leaking. What was she doing to him-

Her other hand intertwined with his, grasping affectionately. The seductress pulled back, and narrowed her eyes, showing off her fangs. Her breath was warm against his face as she spoke again.

“My spell will be broken when the sun rises. Perhaps you can endure being my pet that long.”

The hand holding his own guided them against the wall covered in rose print wallpaper. He shuddered as she stroked him slowly, grasping tighter at the head of his cock every time. An unrestrained groan rolled from his throat as tension built up in his gut, but not bubbling up and pouring out just yet.

No! He had to… withstand!

Tumbling out of her grap, he ran, stumbling out the door and running blindly until reaching another room. Taking off his hat, he nearly flung it across the room so he could cool down and feel some air. He noticed he was in a bedroom now, four poster bed at its center, and antique drawers decorated with iron bats and a large vanity mirror draped in cloth.

Something shoved him further in the room and he whirled, seeing Mistress Salvia following his stumbling footsteps. He backed away, and felt his semi-erect cock go rigid as the front of her dress was pulled down, nipples just barely peeking from the cut.

The back of his legs hit the bed and he felt back, entranced by her gaze boring into his own. Three snaps, and the front buttons of his shirt popped off exposing his chest. Gently, she pressed her lips against his collar bone, trailing down until sliding down his pants, making it impossible for him to run lest he trip. He was her prisoner.

Gripping his hips, Mistress Salvia extended her tongue to lap at the head of his cock, flickering back and forth. Dirk hissed, closing his eyes and his head knocking back. Moaning a giggle against him, she plunged her head down even more, swirling her tongue around and around. Her wet mouth was hot against him, leaving smears of red lipstick on his cock the further she went down.

Inch by inch she bobbed her head until taking him entirely, her sharp fangs avoiding his cock. He could feel the back of her throat massage the head, and he groaned, duster and clothes feeling heavy and burdensome.

Hurriedly shrugging out of his coat, he felt lighter, though sweat shined on his neck and brow as she moved faster, wet slapping echoing off the high walls as her lips tightened around him. Groaning, he grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her incredible mouth. She made a noise of surprise as her mouth was used with a lot less care. Cold hands pushed his waist down when she pulled away, frowning.

“Naughty slave, that isn’t how you treat a lady!” Mistress Salvia admonished, fixing her hair and neatly wiping smeared lipstick from the corners of her lips. “So naughty you need to know your place is beneath me!”

She looked seven feet tall in the candle light, arms spread, hefty bosom heaving as she breathed in, and out.

Dirk’s cock twitched.

Sweeping apart her floor length gown, she crawled on the edge of the bed and loomed. Right above his throbbing erection, her exposed pussy was barely visible under the darkness between them. Lowering herself, she teased him, sliding her lips along his shaft slowly. A heavy gasp hissed through his teeth. Holy shit, he wanted more.

Veins clear against his neck, she leaned down, and kissed, licking the line of flesh with the tip of her tongue before gently biting down. This was it, she was gonna drink his blood!

Suddenly, he felt something incredibly tight wrap around the head of his cock.

He was inside of her!

Her mouth pressed down harder, fangs poking at his skin as she moved slowly. Up, and down, her fragrant, warm body covered his as one arm wrapped around the back of his head and she rolled her hips to fuck him. She was so soft, her insides a gleefully mushy sensation gripping him at every angle.

Moving to place both hands on his exposed chest, she undid the remainder of his shirt, dragging her nails down his chest, over his nipples, and down to his toned stomach. He was star struck, then saw white for a single moment as her pussy slammed down, taking his entire cock balls deep.

Mistress Salvia grinned on top of him, lipstick not as red but still drop dead beautiful. He couldn’t move, as though she’d petrified him!

They remained like that for what felt like an hour of raw bliss before she lifted herself back up and rode him.

Her body felt hotter, legs warmer as they straddled him. His hands grabbed her ass atop the velvet gown and squeezed, making her roll her hips again. Her insides were being stretched out and he could feel it. Unable to stop herself, she moaned with clenched teeth, keeping her eyes on him. The manor house was chilling, but the heat between them would have fogged the windows had they not been boarded.

The pair wanted more.

Eagerly, Dirk slipped his hands beneath the gown, pushing the slit apart to grip her perfect pale ass and thrust up. The woman made a sound like a squeak, making her giggle. He didn’t stop there. Needing her, wanting her, he bucked his hips until her breasts began to bounce up and down. Wet slaps from her soaking pussy and breasts coming free from her dress could have been heard outside of the room easily.

He was turning her on now, her insides squeezed around him more tightly, moans louder and louder. Black hair bounced as he didn’t hold back then, he was gonna fuck her raw.

He sat up, lips crashing against hers. Their tongues slid wildly against one anothers and he stopped, panting hard. It was her turn again. Wrapping both her legs around his waist, she locked them. With his broad shoulders as support, Mistress Salvia rode him once more. Slowly, slamming down on him and forcing him to feel how deep he could go inside her.

Breasts sliding against his bare chest, he leaned down to take her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking, biting. Feeling her pussy clench, he swore. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck and he lifted her up, bouncing her up and down.

“Yes!” Mistress Salvia screamed. “Please your Queen! Please her! Ah-” Her screams were cut off as he didn’t hold back, balls slapping her ass loud.

They kissed again, noisily grunting, smearing lipstick between them. His hold on her ass was firm, and he walked forward until her back slammed against the wall. The rose filled vase on an end table nearly wobbled from its home. Dirk’s thick cock jackhammered inside her needy pussy over and over, knocking paintings askew and sending dust motes crashing from the walls.

“Mmm honey-” The vampire slurred. “It’s hot in here, let’s get some air.”

Her words were paused with every hot thrust inside her until he stopped, letting her lower her legs.

Three wobbly steps from her, and they were back in the hall, where she gripped the end of a heavy chest table and bent over. The gown had been lifted and thrown over, exposing her dripping wet hole, sweet juices trailing down her thigh.

Her black hair was disheveled from being against the wall, brown peeking from the edges. The husky, lowered lid gaze she gave him made her relentlessly gorgeous in that moment, and Dirk wasted no time.

Calloused hands gripped her hips as he slid back inside, making her back arch and a loud gasp echo through the long empty hall. Her round ass cushioned him as he pounded her insides nonstop. He was so close, and so was she.

Wet squelching like a sponge had just been released of all its fluids made splatters on both of their thighs as she came first. The grip around his cock in that moment made him yell in pleasure. She was so tight! His head back, he didn’t stop, feeling her cum over and over again. A pool of her cum spilled on the runner and wood floor beneath them. Together they were hot, sweating, and locked in a breeding frenzy.

He was getting close too.

“Fuck. I’m gonna-”

“In my ass!” She begged.

He didn’t want to pull out, and kept thrusting faster. Mistress Salvia whined, begging him to cum inside her ass, cumming from her drenched, tight hole again as she did so. Letting her grip go, he pulled out, pressing her ass cheeks aside and slowly entered her again. Her asshole was gonna milk him dry!

Groaning loudly, he restrained himself from thrusting in hard and slid in until he was halfway in. Pussy juice splattered on his shoes and her gown and his cock jolted. He was cumming!

Vision going white, Dirk squeezed her cheeks and shuddered as his thick white load painted her insides.

“Fuuuck- Fuck!” He breathed out, thrusting completely in and opening his mouth to exhale slowly, feeling his balls being drained by her perfect tight body.

They panted together in silence until-

RIIIING

“Attention actors, please take your places! The show is about to begin. Actors. Please take your places!”

A voice rang through the entire building on a speaker system guests normally would not have noticed. The two sighed, Dirk stepping back and setting his soft cock free. A trail of cum followed, splattering on the floor and on both of their legs.

“Dirk? Longpole? Really?” Mistress Savila chuckled, reaching for her wig which, being lace-front, had nearly fallen completely off. Her short brown hair underneath was given a chance to breathe as she slid the full thing off and scratched her scalp.

“Oh come on babe you know it fits me. Mistress Saliva.” He drawled.

“It’s Salvia! A flower!”

“Well then Mistress Flower, how are we gonna get you cleaned up in…” He checked a pocket watch attached to the remains of his shirt. “Two minutes?”

Wig back on, and still askew, she shrugged, flopping her breasts back into her gown and wincing as a surge of cum slid from her ass and in between her cheeks, dripping down her inner thigh.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Dirk snorted, and hurried back inside to retrieve his fake-leather duster.

NSFW: yes

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