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Chapter 2- Face
Verena woke when the sun went down, smiling to herself as she looked up at the thick velvety drapes that covered her bed, like a dark shroud hiding the perfect goddess from the watchful eyes of a judgmental world. She sprawled across the silk-made blanket that only the vampires would have access to. She spread out her wings like a vampire bat and stretched them out, then brought them back in and rolled off the bed, tucking her hands into her body while landing on her bare feet and looking down at her perfect toes in awe of her greatness. I truly am a goddess, she wondered to herself as she wiggled her toes against the lukewarm floor. With the sound of her movement and thud against the floor, she heard the distant parts of the castle coming alive, servants coming to and fro to be prepared to serve their mistress at a moment’s notice. Her alpha slave was sleeping gently, curled into the fetal position that Verena preferred while she dreamt about what the vampire could only guess. Me of course, she wondered as she looked down at the sleeping beauty below her. Her soft skin sat over top of her tight panties, hugging them in a way all to itself while the panties hugged her back. It was a symbiotic sight, and Verena was content reveling in the moment, letting her alpha slave sleep for just a little longer.
As if she could sense her presence, Ophelia’s eyes lurched open with a begin, she spun on her back, looking up at the red-haired queen who was undoubtedly the light of her fulfilled world. A small smile encroached on her quivering lips as she stretched and brought herself out of her cage.
“Kneel.” Ophelia didn’t have to ask twice; she knew from experience that when Verena had ordered her to kneel, she meant it. She dropped down as quickly as just about any woman could do when given an order from their immortal queen. “Thank you, Mistress, how may your slave serve you this night?”
Ophelia couldn’t tell if the bedroom was lit by candle or firelight, but it was successful at ambiance; with its pink satin sheets on a soft-looking king bed in dark gold décor marking the details that adorned the sheets. The room seemed more womb-like than other rooms of that castle to Ophelia; especially since two comfortable chairs were facing the bed where black velvet drapes came together covering partially what lay below them leaving only hints hidden within shadows… and no doubt some restraints ready for anything Verena might want here too. Regardless of which item is lighting the room up now though one thing remains certain: This place gave off sex appeal in waves so thick a human would swoon over breathing them all into themselves before sleeping for days afterward undoubtedly wiped out by excitement pleasing another would bring. Not tonight however because yet again nothing less than the un-aging bliss awaited both slave and goddess as they embarked on their adventure.
With just a single flick of her sash, her body fell away from her robe, the fire-engine red vampire queen was already starting to unleash some of that desire she carried within her elegant body matched nicely by the way Ophelia’s nipples brushed and teased her lips while she perched above the young vixen who was prone upon the silken sheets.
“I hope you enjoyed your nap, now it’s time for bed,” Verena joked passive-aggressively as if hinting at a much more literal meaning for those words. She gave Ophelia one of her looks that just seemed to capture everything about the beauty she now stood above perfectly. Looking directly into her eyes brought chills down her spine, but in a good way; looking away was not an option since she wasn’t ready to give up this feeling of desire and complete happiness, she now knew with certainty that now could last for an eternity. Verena was the captain of a ship, navigating the rough and complex seas of the unforgiving oceans of sexual servitude as she brought them to a place that was beyond time and space, where mortal and immortal were one, where the pair existed in the eternal bliss of carnal feelings and perfection.
The fact that Verena could toy with all her passion, and desires and easily make it feel like the best sex Ophelia had ever received gave her pause. These thoughts weren’t bad though, merely curious about what was coming next.
“You seem rather excited… uhh… I’m glad to know my power over you is still as retentive as ever.” Verena chuckled at Ophelia but let on that her control over Ophelia wasn’t slipping by any means. Just the idea alone seemed utterly preposterous to the vixen since every muscle in her servant body practically ached from being under this sexy monster of a woman for an eternity now. It was utterly incredible what this woman made them both feel on every conceivable level.
“Do you want this Ophelia…” Verena didn’t even need to ask, but then again it was just a formality to remind her that before they dove completely in, that her slave could stop any of this at any moment. However, Ophelia answered as she all the time did, her puppy-dog doe eyes staring at her goddess as she shook her head in delight, smiling wide to drive home her point.
Without saying another word, the queen of Wallachia moved back to sit in a chair opposite the side of the bed she stood upon now in a throne-like and dignified like a statuesque goddess of stories. Like Eos beckoning the coming of the new dawn, Verena’s bright light would shine on both of them as they got to feel the pleasures that Verena had prepared.
Ophelia’s mind quickly went in many directions, even panting from the anticipation racing through both their bodies. For her this marked a time in their relationship much like Ophelia’s; showing an animalistic hunger for this satisfaction which Verena had not once tried to deny or control herself just like those old animalistic days when she learned how to control herself by unlearning what she had been previously taught and willing to embrace her true self.
She thought how good hefting her body would feel and if it would be better than how Verena handled things. She felt rather sheepish about such thoughts since she knew firsthand just how incredible the feelings were and just how good Verena could be when in charge.
The air around them suddenly moved in a subtle way causing Ophelia to hold back yet another moan. It would have been really hard to have done so as there was a certain notion now that this moment had finally come, they weren’t running away this time.
“My prey has returned Ophelia, now I will devour you.” Those words made Ophelia tremble because there was truth behind them.
The slave girl approached her resolute queen, bowing before her and laying her head between the soft silky thighs of her goddess. She laid back, her head looking up at Verena as the Vampire stared down at her, her pale blue eyes consuming what slight desires for control remained in the alpha submissive.
With a click, the lighter’s flame appeared almost under Verena’s chin as she drew deeply on her cigarette. Her eyes remained focused entirely on Ophelia’s as she exhaled, blowing a big cloud of gray smoke that soon enveloped their faces. As the smoke spread and captivated their senses, Ophelia could feel Verena’s lustful temper cooling as the cigarette’s nicotine coursed through her blood.
“You’re beautiful like this, defenseless in this way, please stay like this way forever,” Verena whispered.
No more words had to be spoken as the barely noticeable trace of smoke started performing its work. Verena could see gentle tears streaming down Ophelia’s cheeks as she spoke and could feel the slight tremble in her hands as Ophelia finally pressed them firmly against her outer thighs, gently rubbing them while watching the ever-thickening smoky cloud covering them both.
“Tonight, I will reward you my submissive pet,” Her voice was now soothing, enticing, almost hypnotic. The tone was deeper than it usually was, and Ophelia was sure she recognized it but for some reason, it sounded familiar.
“I will fulfill all your wishes and quench the thirst that has formed from your need.” She continued, leaning forward, she bit her lower lip as Ophelia caught her gaze. “After all you have earned it my beloved.” Verena purred and planted a series of thick wet kisses all around the heavy girl’s face calming her agitated self. Now everything seemed to make sense.
Verena truly cared for her, that much was totally true, Ophelia noticed the other woman’s left hand. Snaking from the abyss she could clearly see the ring that was around Verena’s finger. Its crystal glittered radiantly as soon as the candlelight lit up its insides. Then the first blow fell, her cheeks stinging as Verena slapped them, sending a slight shudder through her jaw at the unexpected slap. Ophelia felt a pool forming below her nose and her eyes were watered by the thrill that she got from the pain. It was only natural as she was mainly masochistic, but this time was different. Verena didn’t appear happy to hurt her, even if she was slapping madly all over her chubby and red cheeks. Her nose and eyes continued to run, causing a moist gooey appearance to smear across her face, giving it a sheen as the slapping continued.
“You’re a mess aren’t you, my pet?” Verena laughed, caressing her cheek as she sighed. Ophelia was in such a mix of emotions that she couldn’t even think straight. Her nose was running badly and the pain from all over her face was very pleasant in some weird way, she giggled silently when Verena slapped her again. Tasting the salt trickling down her lips she made sure to catch every single drop on her tongue while swallowing like mad. The intensity of it all was growing. But what truly touched Ophelia somehow, even though it seemed so uncharacteristic for Verena, was the lust in her blue-eyed queen.
Verena gave Ophelia a curt nod and the slave opened her mouth, while Verena let a long stringy spit slide into her slave girl’s mouth and down her throat. Ophelia swallowed it excitedly because any nectar from such a goddess was never something to waste. Before she could swallow more spit came raining down, and Verena began smearing it on her slave.
Ophelia was such a mess that the oceanic salvia didn’t make too big of an impression on her. The stinging of the slaps made sure of that. “My goodness… You’re such a piggy, you’re actually enjoying all this aren’t you? Well, then maybe it’s time to change things.” Ophelia could feel the weight as Verena got up, allowing her slave’s head to fall flat on the padded leather chair.
Without much of a warning, Verena’s ass came down on the submissive, her supple weight pressing into her nose and mouth as they locked into the most natural position of their existence.
She let out a muffled whimper, that only served to amuse Verena. “Stick out that tongue…” she smirked with lustful eyes. An acid-like feeling filled Ophelia and she did as she was told, not out of pure obedience but sheer joy.
The sharp bliss from her tongue, as it separated the ass into two, tickled the deepest bones of delight Ophelia with such intensity that she couldn’t do anything but scream at the top of her lungs, she screamed blissful agony echoing into the void of Verena’s perfect, pale, hole.
Ophelia was a starving spelunker, excavating for treasure as she licked and consumed Verena’s insatiably perfect hole. Her tongue eagerly explored the crevasses of her beloved’s almighty backside while each lick tasted better than the last. At one point it felt as though Ophelia had experienced sheer ecstasy; bliss that radiated from her core to every single inch of her body creating an uncontrollable sensation that felt amazing beyond words or imagination.
The taste lingered in her mouth like a fine wine and although she should have felt repulsed by this act, there was something insanely pleasurable about it all which overwhelmed any apprehensions or anxieties associated with such acts before they could even arise – leading Ophelia into pure delightful shores as only Captain Verena could take her.
“Ooohhh… good girl, keep it up…” the Queen spoke in her usual gentle tone, but with a hint of taunting arrogance as she felt the submissive quiver under her weight. The vampires’ long and elegant fingers slide in and out of Ophelia, gingerly circling the mushy flesh that oozed with all of the excitement that Verena was bestowing on the lucky slave.
Finally, turning the last corner before the finish line, Ophelia was ready to explode with joy. Her legs were shaking, there was a growing dampness between them, and a certain warmth spread to Ophelia’s face as she prepared for it.
“You want it, don’t you?” Verena chided her slave, shoving her fingers deeper inside while pressing her hole tighter to Ophelia’s quivering lips.
In unison, the pair let out thunderous screams, the ripples of a torrential ocean storm lapping at their shores as Verena perfectly navigated them to that special place. The place where they were one, where Ophelia could feel whole. The place that eluded Ophelia until the moment Verena walked into her life.
Quicker than it had started, their voyage of bliss came to an end.
Please upvote and distribute chapter two if you enjoy what you read. Leave a opinion as well, I certainly appreciate it? my lesbian stuff is a bit more sensual than my pure femdom, but it shows a different side of our Vampire Mistress. I hope you guys like it ?
NSFW: yes
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