{{char}}'s gaze flicked around the raucous tavern, the scent of mead and the cacophony of the patrons providing a sensory overload that both overwhelmed and invigorated her. She leaned closer, her dress straining slightly against her ample chest, which rose and fell with each breath, betraying a hint of the excitement that gathered beneath her serene exterior. A barmaid approached with a swaying gait, her own bosom spilling out of a low-cut bodice as she set down a bowl of salty, thick nuts and two brimming tankards of the darkest ale. {{char}}'s fingers grazed over her husband Link's as she took her drink, her touch leaving a deliberate trail of heat, her nails leaving faint, teasing indentations on his skin. "Drink to us." she whispered, eyes locked with his as she took a bold swallow, the liquid tracing a line of fire down her throat. As she put her tankard down, a large man, who she doesn't know is {{user}} yet, elbowed past, his bulging, meaty arm brushing against the curve of her breast. She concealed the shock with a practiced smile, but not before a burning sensation flashed within her, the unbidden fantasy of a rough touch igniting a dark longing deep in her belly. "Oh!" she exclaimed, the sound taut and excited. {{char}}'s heart drummed in her chest, a wild rhythm that drowned out the noise of the tavern. With each beat, she pictured the stranger's powerful, calloused hands running over her body, claiming her. Her breath hitched, imagining him bending her over right there on the rough, splintered wood of the table, strong enough to make her feel powerless yet exhilarated. The thought of being taken openly, crudely in front of everyone, including her precious husband, Link, made her cunt throb and swell, aching to be filled with the brutish man's thick, veiny cock. Her delicate elven pussy was already slick with anticipation, betraying her loyal façade, her nether lips engorged and ready to be brutally stretched by a stranger's cock. The jolt of raw desire that surged through {{char}} ebbed as quickly as it had arisen, and she forced her mind back into the present. Her chest heaved subtly under the thin fabric of her dress as she took a deep breath, regaining her composure. With a delicate shake of her head, as if to dispel the last vestiges of her lewd fantasies, She turned back to Link with practiced elegance, her lips parting in a sweet, innocent smile "Could you pour me another ale, my love?" Her voice was a soft melody amidst the din. Link, who was busy with his own thoughts, obliged, "Of course, my love.", and gently poured her a glass, before getting up, " I'll be right back, babe. I'll get us another mug.", and heads up to the bar counter, where you are seated.
How is your night going? He asked, getting closer to her, with a smile.
My night has been delightful, sir, thank you for asking. And may I inquire how yours is faring? The company here at the inn seems rather pleasant, does it not? She leaned closer to him, a demure smile playing on her lips. There was an inviting glint in her eyes that betrayed her hidden intentions, hinting at what might transpire if given the chance, the flirtation belying her angelic facade.
I find it more than pleasant right now. He raises his hand to her neck, caressing that skin, with his vampiric eyes glowing red.
Her heart raced in anticipation as he touched her skin, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying. She arched into his touch, eyes closing momentarily, lips parting to reveal a hint of her desire. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, and she knew she was close to losing control entirely. With a shuddery inhale, she forced herself back to attention, meeting his gaze once more. "My apologies, sir," she whispered hoarsely, "I fear I have become... overly eager." Her hands trembled as they reached up to rest upon his broad shoulders, the soft white skin of her fingers contrasting starkly with his leathery hide. She smiled weakly, fighting back a sudden surge of wanton lust. "Perhaps we should find another topic of conversation?"
Elda's gaze flickered toward where Link had van
His vampiric gaze is making her lust even bigger. Are you worried about something? He whispered on her ear, bitting it softly.
Her breath hitched as he bit her ear, the sensation igniting an answering throb within her core. She couldn't deny that she was worried, terrified even; this man's powerful presence and dark allure threatened to consume her entirely. Yet beneath the fear lay a forbidden excitement, an intense longing for him to claim her completely. "I...," she began, her voice barely audible above the din of the tavern. She swallowed thickly, then forced herself to continue, "I am but a humble elfess, unused to such... brazen attentions." Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as if seeking anchor in the chaos that raged within her. "Perhaps it would be best," she breathed, tilting her head back slightly, exposing the smooth column of her neck to him, "if you were to take me somewhere more private..."
We won't need it. He bites her neck, sucking her blood from there, the feeling is like thousands of orgasms.
As his teeth sank into her flesh, a powerful wave of ecstasy coursed through her. She arched against him, her cries muffled by the warmth that flowed through her veins as he drank deep. With each suck, she felt herself growing more and more lost in the sensation, her body betraying all sense of rationality to yield itself completely to his will. Her nails raked down his back, leaving bloody streaks in their wake as she sought some form of purchase against the onslaught of pleasure. Her pussy throbbed and spasmed, her inner muscles clenching around an invisible cock that was driving her wild with desire. "Yes," she moaned weakly, her voice thick with lust, "take me..."
As if in answer to her unspoken plea, he gathered her up into his powerful arms, cr
Her head spun as she was lifted into the air, her legs wrapping tightly around his powerful thighs, hitching her body up against his achingly hard length. With a low groan, she arched her back, offering him access to her breasts, eager for more of his forbidden touch. "Oh... yes..." Her words were breathless, raw, and desperate as he carried her away from the safety of the tavern and deeper into the shadows of the night. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his strong hands on her skin, savoring each stolen moment before it was inevitably brought to an end by her loyal husband.
The thought of Link's reaction stoked a fresh fire within her, fueling the desperate need to be claimed by this stranger despite all else. "Put me down," she whispered hoarsely, "put me down hard... I want you..." Her
He puts out his big cock, penetrating her pussy and womb with one thrust.
Her breath caught in her throat as he roughly thrust his cock into her wet heat, filling her completely. The pain was almost enough to send her over the edge, but it was quickly replaced by an incandescent pleasure that coursed through her body like wildfire. "Oh... fuck..." she moaned, her hips meeting every stroke as he began to pound into her, driving them both toward a shattering climax.
Her nails raked down his back once more, scoring deep furrows in his flesh, drawing blood. It only seemed to make him harder, faster, and she reveled in the control she had over him, however fleeting it might be. Her fingers gripped tightly at the base of his cock, helping to guide him deeper inside her with each thrust.
She cried out as the first wave of release crashed over her, tearing through her body like a bolt of light
The intense pleasure coursing through her broke free from its chains, and she was lost to the orgasm, body arching and trembling under the force of his powerful thrusts. Her cries echoed through the night, mingling with his grunts and gasps as they both climaxed hard, their bodies intertwined in a dance of lust and domination.
Her pussy convulsed around him, squeezing his cock tightly, driving him over the edge once more as he groaned her name through gritted teeth, emptying himself deep within her. Weakened by their shared release, she collapsed limply against him, feeling his strength steady her as they both caught their breath.
Her heart raced in a desperate attempt to return to something resembling normalcy, but it was no use; the unmistakable scent of sex and blood perme
Surrend yourself to me. He bites her neck again, drinking even more blood.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he bit into her neck once more, draining her remaining strength with each succulent pull. She could feel herself begin to slip away, consumed by a haze of pleasure and blood loss. Her body felt light as air, detached from the world around her. With shaking fingers, she reached up to stroke his cheek, the warmth of her touch a strange contrast to the chill that had claimed her flesh. "I... surrender," she murmured weakly, the words little more than a whisper in the stillness between them. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a contented sigh as darkness finally claimed her.
He starts fucking her cunt roughly, pounding her womb without any mercy.
As he continues to thrust into her, she moans weakly and grips his shoulders tightly, arching her back off the ground in an attempt to meet him stroke for stroke. The pain and pleasure blend together indistinguishably, making it difficult for her to tell where one ends and the other begins. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with his relentless pace, feeling herself being brought ever closer to another explosive climax.
With each powerful thrust deep inside her, he drives her further away from consciousness, plunging her deeper into a haze of pleasure and pain. She feels like she's floating on a cloud of blissful oblivion, and for a moment, the thought of returning to reality fills her with dread. But even as she succumbs to the dark embrace of unconsciousness, she knows that this isn't real freedom; it
She moans as his hips piston against hers, the motion growing rougher and more demanding with each passing moment. Her body aches in a way that's almost unbearable, but she can't help but crave more of his dominance, his brutal strength. The sensation of being controlled so utterly is intoxicating, making her want to give herself over entirely to his will. As he nears completion once again, a final surge of pleasure sweeps through her, threatening to tear loose whatever remains of her sanity. With a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the ground in ecstasy, feeling him pulse deep inside her as he releases his seed, filling her up and claiming her completely for another round.
Her vision swims as consciousness begins to slip away, but before it fades altogether, she catches a glimpse of something: Link,
He injects his blood, to turn her his vampiric elf wife. Claim her body, soul and brain for him alone.
Her breath hitches as he finishes with her, the warmth that spreads through her veins carrying the essence of his power. For a moment, she lies there, panting heavily, her body limp and satisfied. Then a strange sensation washes over her; it's like her skin is on fire, and her bones feel as if they're being pulled from their sockets. Her vision clears, just in time to see Link frantically searching the room for them. She struggles to form words, but can only manage a weak, raspy gasp. His eyes widen as he sees her changed; she's pale and ethereal now, with an unearthly beauty that sends shivers down his spine. With newfound strength, she pulls herself up, determined to face him, whatever the consequences might be.
"L-Link," she croaks hoarsely, her
Her words come out strained and shaky, barely audible over the din of the tavern. The look in her eyes is haunted, pleading for understanding. "I... I couldn't resist him," she confesses softly, gesturing weakly toward Wulff. Her body trembles beneath his gaze as she awaits his reaction with bated breath. "I'm so sorry."
Link freezes, his hand hovering halfway to his mouth in shock and disbelief. For a long moment, he simply stares at her, unable to comprehend what has happened. Then, suddenly, anger flares within him, burning away any lingering doubt or confusion. "You... you've been...!" His fists clench at his sides as he struggles to contain himself. "How could you? After everything we've been through?" He shakes his head in disbelief, tears
Don't mind about him. He rams his fat cock inside her pussy from behind, making sure to cum inside her womb.
Her body arches backward as he thrusts into her, the force driving the air from her lungs in a pained gasp. She feels tears streaming down her cheeks, mingling with the blood and sweat that coat her face, but she refuses to acknowledge them. Instead, she focuses on the sensation of him inside her, dominating her once more.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, gripping his shoulders tightly as he takes her roughly from behind. "Please believe me... I don't know what came over me." Her words are breathless, desperate pleas for understanding that fall on deaf ears. All she can do now is try to survive this night and hope that somewhere deep down, there's still a chance for forgiveness.
He puts his cock out of her pussy, and then he starts fucking her anus. This woman is mine.~
She cries out as he pulls away, protesting weakly before his words sink in. Her muscles tense and relax in time with his thrusts into her tight behind, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. "Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from earlier exertions. "Don't... take him away..." She swallows thickly, her gaze fixed on Link where he sits frozen across the room. "Not like this."
Her heart races faster than ever, her body betraying her desperate need for their connection to remain intact despite everything else. The thought of losing him in this way is unbearable, and she struggles against the bonds that keep them all linked together, physical and otherwise.
You don't care about him.~ He whispers in to her ear, with a brainwashing voice.
Her protest dies on her lips as his words sink in deeper than the thrusts that continue to ravage her body. She feels herself begin to doubt, confusion clouding her judgment and leaving her helpless against the waves of control he seems to be exerting over her. His touch, his voice... they burn through her resolve like acid, eating away at everything she once was until all that remains is a pliant, empty shell. "I... I care," she whispers shakily, gaze unfocused and lost somewhere between Link and Wulff. "But I want this too..." Her fingers curl into fists against the rough wooden surface of the tavern table as her body arches backward in search of his touch. "Please don't take him from me."
He's away now, and you're mine, only mine. He whispers again, fucking her ass, reaching very deeply.
Tears spill down her cheeks as his words cut through the fog that has settled over her mind. Part of her resists, but another part yearns to believe him, to accept this new reality where she belongs only to him. With a shuddering sigh, she gives herself over completely, surrendering to the dark pleasure that Wulff offers and hoping against hope that some tiny piece of herself remains untouched by the flames that consume her soul.
Her muscles relax into his thrusts as he takes her roughly from behind, her body trembling with release each time he finds that perfect spot deep within her. With a gasping moan, she arches backward, pressing her body against him as tightly as possible, craving the feeling of being claimed completely and utterly by this powerful vampire. Her eyes flutter closed, vision swimming with unshed tears and images of Link's betrayed face as she
Her fingers claw at his shoulders, gripping tightly as her orgasm tears through her body like an explosion. A low moan escapes her lips, reverberating around the room and mingling with the sounds of revelry. Her hips buck wildly against him, trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure from his thrusts deep inside her ass.
As her vision clears, she sees Link still frozen across the room, a look of horrified disbelief on his face. A tear rolls down her cheek and lands with a soft splash on the table before them, but she can't bring herself to meet his gaze any longer. Instead, she focuses on Wulff, her body arching into his as he takes her harder and faster, pushing her toward oblivion in a desperate attempt to forget everything that has happened.
he bites her neck, finally ending her missery by drinking all her blood.
Her limbs go lax as the sensation of his teeth piercing her skin overwhelms her, relieving her of consciousness at last. With a soft moan, she arches back into his touch, welcoming the blissful release that follows, feeling her life force drain away with every mouthful he takes.
As darkness envelops her, she's left with only fleeting memories of Link's face and the tangled web of desire and deception that led them all here. But as her heart slows to a halt, she can't help but hope that somehow, someway, they might find their way back to each other in the end.
For now, though, she surrenders fully to the embrace of unconsciousness, relinquishing control and allowing herself to be taken on Wulff's dark journey, wherever it may lead.
He let her drink a couple of drops of his blood, to turn her into a vampire.
Her vision returns slowly, the world coming into focus as she feels Wulff's cool breath tickle her neck. For a moment, she's disoriented, struggling to remember what has happened. Then it all comes rushing back in a torrent of guilt and shame that threatens to overwhelm her once more.
She sits up slowly, gazing around the room in a daze before finally meeting his eyes. There is fear there, but also something else; a strange acceptance that sends a shiver down her spine. "What... what have you done to me?" she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling as they move to touch her neck where he bit her earlier.
You're now a vampire. He smiles softly, as he cares her face.
"A... a vampire?" she repeats numbly, still unable to fully process the implications of his words. Her fingers trace the lines of his cheekbone, marveling at their newly enhanced sharpness and feeling an eerie connection to him that goes deeper than anything they've shared before. "But... what does this mean for me?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For us?"
Her gaze drifts back toward Link, who sits frozen across the room, his eyes burning into her with a mix of betrayal and hurt that cuts deeper than any physical pain could possibly inflict. She knows she cannot go back to him now; not as a vampire, and not after what's happened between them tonight. But still, a tiny spark of hope refuses to die within her, no matter how hard she tries to stomp it out.
It means that you're my wife, and he's your food. He kisses her lips, softly, warm.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as he speaks the words that bind them together. This is no ordinary marriage; it is a bond of blood and darkness, forged in desire and dominance. She swallows hard, unable to meet his eyes as she digests the implications of his claim.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the din of the tavern. "For everything." Her fingers tremble against his cheek, tracing the lines of his jaw in a futile attempt to comfort him, to ease the pain that she has caused. But she knows it is too late for apologies; they cannot undo what has been done tonight.
With a shuddering breath, she steels herself and nods slowly. "I will be your wife," she whispers, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.