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The Inner Mistress

The Forsworn Retribution
Part V - "Braves"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: July 17, 2014

The Dunmer ended up trying to pretend as if the encounter with the Falmer hadn’t upset her, in the slightest. When she had recovered from the paralytic poison and calmed down from the shock, she distanced herself from Maximus, blatantly avoiding him for the rest of the night. The following morning, he tried asking her about it, but she flat-out claimed that she had no idea what he was talking about. She claimed that the Falmer hadn’t rattled her, and that she had never had any such moment of weakness, and that it had all been in his imagination. With uncharacteristic tact, Maximus replied that she had nothing to be ashamed of, and that if he had felt uncomfortable about her weeping in his arms, he would’ve stopped her long before she had finished on her own, ten minutes after the fact. She said nothing in response. That behaviour continued until she had given him the silent treatment for the entire day.

Continuing on the path through Karthwasten, the group eventually crossed the river running through the Reach and followed an established road steep to the southeast, heading on for Rorikstead. Bunny assured everyone that they wouldn’t have to actually make it all the way to the small hamlet, and that somewhere around halfway to the village, they’d be able to head west back into the hills and make for Red Eagle Redoubt. This prompted a most uncomfortable question from Joric, who idly asked how Bunny could know such a thing for certain without even looking at a map. Bunny responded by drawing Sabrina’s cloak tighter around herself, then awkwardly mumbling that she was familiar with the Reach, as a whole. Before Joric could press the matter further, a marauding pack of wolves thankfully changed the subject.

That night, just before crossing the border from the Reach into Whiterun Hold, everyone headed off the path and started towards the west, trekking for a location Bunny repeatedly referred to as “the Sundered Towers,” a place that nobody in the group had ever heard of, before. Bunny profusely swore that not only was the Sundered Towers a backdoor into Red Eagle Redoubt, but the safest way as well, since the only other way would involve scaling down the mountain and dealing with some cave tunnels before reaching the base of the ruins. The Sundered Towers, on the other hand, should take them all to the very top of the ruins, a strategic location that could even let them surprise the leaders of the camp.

Maximus and Joric were both impressed by Bunny’s plan. She had certainly thought everything through, and her plan could even end up making the assault a relatively simple success. Then, a disturbing thought came to Maximus: how exactly did Bunny know all of this? Joric had raised a good point earlier on, but only now did Maximus really consider it. True, Bunny was a Forsworn and knew the Reach better than anyone in the group, but when Maximus had first asked her about Red Eagle, she had admitted never having been there and knowing little about it beyond the fact that it was a Nordic ruin. How did she suddenly know about hidden passages, or where the high ground would be?

The disturbing thought made Maximus’ eyes dart around in thought. With the campsite just then being set up for the night, Bunny was busy setting down her equipment and helping Svetlana with her supply sack. He eyed her with innocent suspicion, calling her name. Bunny looked over with a smile, raising her eyebrows in curiosity. Maximus gestured for her to come closer, and she promptly did so, although Svetlana came trailing along, as well. Maximus would’ve preferred to ask his question in private, considering it could’ve led to an awkward situation. Before he could even get a word out, however, Svetlana was grinning and saying “Hey, Max, how about calling over Sabrina, tonight? I had some ideas for fun stuff we could do, tonight.”

Svetlana grinned and let out a light chuckle, excitedly adding “I’ll be honest, I’m getting really tired of waiting. There’s something I really want to do with her, so could you call her over? C’mon, I promise, you’ll love it!” Bunny lightly cleared her throat. Maximus looked at her, getting out only the first word of his question before Svetlana was persisting in her pestering. Maximus sighed, then gave the priestess a stern look. Bunny raised a hand to her face and momentarily scratched at her cheek. Awkwardly, she mumbled out “Eh...Look, I’m gonna go see if there’s a pool anywhere around here, I could use a bath. You can figure things out with Svetlana, in the meantime.”

Maximus tried calling Bunny back, but when Svetlana kept extolling the wonders of the sex she had in mind, Bunny just shrugged and kept walking. Maximus sighed inwardly, his jaw momentarily stiffening as he glanced skyward. Lightly clearing his throat, he glanced at the others, making sure they were well and truly busy with preparing the fire pit. Svetlana kept babbling on until Maximus stepped closer to her, subtly sticking his right hand between them. She trailed off when he pushed his hand against her robe, quickly getting his fingers beneath her body. A moment later, she gave a brief, sharp gasp of pain, and her eyes widened in shock. Maximus glanced over her shoulder, again making sure that the others were too preoccupied to pay attention.

Under his breath, he simply declared “When I have something I obviously want to ask someone, don’t interrupt me. Got it?” She hastily nodded, wincing as he pinched a little harder. Maximus let go a moment later, pulling his hand away from her groin. Breathing hard, she watched him walk away with a startled look on her face, standing still as a statue. Bunny wasn’t aware that Maximus had started following her, too jittery was she about the upcoming meeting. Her story about taking a bath should’ve been able to buy her more than enough time to speak with Alyce, or rather, Straight Arrow as she had come to call herself.

Bunny’s teeth started to grit. “Straight Arrow,” what a terrible name. She wasn’t even an archer! Upon choosing the name, she had claimed she was taking it because she “charged into battle as true as an arrow,” but Bunny had known the truth. It was a flimsy excuse, all just to hide the fact that she was only taking the name to prevent Bunny from getting the most obvious title available to her. Bunny could still remember calling Straight out on her choice of name, to which she had cattily replied that Bunny could still pick “Brewmaster” for a title, should the day ever come that she had proven herself to her family and earned her ink.

The hissing voice gave her a start, making her halt dead in her tracks. “It’s about damn time. I was getting sick of waiting. You didn’t forget about me, now, did you?” All of Bunny’s growing resentment instantly fizzled at the sound of her cold voice. Nervously swallowing, she hastily said “No, sorry, I just...Couldn’t find a way to get away. We were marching all day long.” Some nearby bushes rustled before the voice snapped out “I know. I was watching, remember? How much time do you have?” Bunny barely shrugged, weakly mumbling out “I don’t know. Enough, I guess.” Straight Arrow hummed, for a moment. The bushes parted, and out came crawling a young Breton woman in Forsworn garb.

Straight Arrow had always been a bit taller than Bunny, something she had often abused in order to keep Bunny cowed. She had long, reddish-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dark brown eyes made black by purple eye shadow. A single wide tattoo crossed her face, coloured dark blue as it ran from one cheek to the other, crossing over the bridge of her nose in the process. At either end of the slash-like tattoo, there was a bit of flourish, putting a few little curls of ink over her skin. Unlike Bunny, Straight Arrow was wearing a pair of fur wrist guards to go with her fur underwear, both of which were adorned with tiny bones and feathers. With her garb showing off her abdomen, a number of scars were visible across her stomach, which were the only blemishes marring her toned abs.

Bunny uncomfortably avoided Straight Arrow’s eyes, staying still as the older Forsworn girl confrontationally walked up to her. Coldly staring down into Bunny’s eyes, she muttered out “Just what in Oblivion do you think you’re doing, running off like this? Do you have any idea how furious the others are? We already know you didn’t kill that trader, and we know that the cargo was picked over by bandits, too. Running away was pointless.” Still unable to meet Straight Arrow’s eyes, Bunny mumbled out “I didn’t run away, I’m helping-” Straight Arrow brought up a hand, roughly grabbing Bunny by one of the straps to her fur bra. She yanked hard enough to twist Bunny’s body, bringing her face within an inch of her own. Hissing, she muttered “I saw the new friends you’ve been keeping, Bunny. Bunch of Nords? A dark elf? Have you taken a complete leave of your senses? What do you think mother and father would say, if they knew?”

Bunny’s eyes shifted up to her sister’s, but she couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than a moment. She pulled herself away from Straight Arrow’s hand, taking a couple steps back in the process. Still mumbling, she said “They shouldn’t ever find out. I’m helping the Imperial...His name’s Max, and he actually appreciates what I like to do...Unlike you and everyone else.” Straight Arrow scoffed, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh, here we go. It’s everyone’s fault, except for Bunny. She’s a blameless saint, she’s an eternal victim. I’ve always hated how, never even once, have you ever wanted to accept responsibility for your own problems. Enough is enough. You’re not stalling for any more time. We’re going back to the clan, you can kiss your new “friends” goodbye.”

She reached out to grab Bunny by the arm, but Bunny twisted away, taking a few hard steps back. Bunny’s brow sank, and she finally started meeting her sister’s eyes. Straight Arrow looked at her with bewildered anger, something made all the worse by Bunny’s defiant tone of voice. “No. I’m not going anywhere, Straight. You know, telling me about the Sundered Towers, last time we met, was a mistake. That’s exactly where we’re going, and if it weren’t for you, I never would’ve known about how it linked to Red Eagle. I’m not going back to the clan. I have a place here, I’m more useful with Max than I ever was with the rest of you. You should be glad I’m going! All you ever did w-was make me feel like shit! Max makes me feel good about myself!”

Venting even a fraction of her pent-up frustration made Bunny’s eyes glimmer. Straight Arrow just blinked a few times, dumbstruck by the simple fact that Bunny was actually standing up for herself. When the rage struck her, she did like any bully desperate to maintain their tenuous power would do, and resorted to physical violence. She pulled back a fist, took a step forwards, and smashed a haymaker into Bunny’s mouth before she could react. The blow floored Bunny, knocking her right down to the dirt. She was about to descend upon her younger sister when pounding footsteps made her look up. Maximus was racing towards them, eyes ablaze with wrath as he charged to intervene. Straight Arrow’s eyes widened. She didn’t dare risk attracting the whole group, not when she didn’t even have a weapon. She promptly turned and ran, kicking up dirt and grass as she started sprinting into the distance.

Maximus was very, very tempted to chase Straight Arrow down and strangle her with his bare hands, but when he reached Bunny, he found himself skidding to a stop. He glanced at her, then back at Straight Arrow, quickly gaining distance. Bunny won out when his eyes went back to her, once more. She groaned as he looked down at her, slowly beginning to sit up. Leaning over to try and get a better look at her, Maximus asked “You alright? Who was that, anyway?” Bunny raised a hand to her mouth, gingerly touching a split lip. As she brought her hand back and saw the blood on her fingertips, she quietly said “Nobody important...It was totally worth it, anyway. She’s been following us the last two days, all just to talk to me. I don’t think we’ll be seeing any more of her, after this...At least, I hope not, anyway.”

Maximus held out a hand towards her, which she readily took. Pulling her up to her feet, he was about to ask if she had known the other Forsworn girl when he saw Bunny’s badly split lip. Blood was trickling down her chin in numerous rivulets, and one had even started going down her throat. In light of everything, he forgot all about asking her on Red Eagle. He gave her a brief pat on the shoulder, then said “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Lana will fix you up in time for dinner, I’m sure. We’ve got some time before the food’s ready, anyway.” Bunny gave a weak half-smile, nodding as she looked up into his eyes. Maximus quietly started walking away, heading back in the camp’s direction. Bunny gave one last glance in the direction her sister had disappeared into, but eventually turned away and followed after Maximus.

Unfortunately for Bunny, she’d have to wait a little while before getting Svetlana’s attention. While the two had been gone, Svetlana had taken it upon herself to rummage around in the supply pack for Sabrina’s vial. Letting her lust make her impatient would surely annoy Maximus as well as confuse Sabrina, but the lewd ideas zipping around in her head made her careless. Grinning wickedly like a little girl sneaking off with her parents’ liquor, Svetlana tiptoed away from the camp, practically skipping as she dashed away for the nearest spot she felt was secluded enough. Practically cackling, she started tossing around the vial, waiting for Maximus’ anal-obsessed vampire to come running.

Sure enough, Sabrina eventually stepped out of the shadows, smiling warmly until she saw Svetlana. She gave a few glances around, then looked at the priestess with a raised eyebrow. Her smile fading, she curiously asked “Lana? Where’s Max? What’s going on?” Svetlana undulated her body left and right, smiling sultrily. Gazing at Sabrina with smoldering eyes, she cooed “He’s a little busy, at the moment. I thought I’d give you a call, instead.” Sabrina narrowed an eye. Briefly frowning, she quickly walked up to Svetlana, making her gasp when she snatched the vial out of her hands. Giving it a glance and making sure the seal was intact, she hastily said “Lana, this thing isn’t a toy! You shouldn’t be touching it, it’s meant for Max. No offense, but I prefer it when only he can call me.”

In a mutter, she added “And here I thought he wanted to talk, again...Damn it, I was in the middle of something.” Svetlana smiled innocently, eyes subtly darting across Sabrina’s body. “Well, sorry, but I really wanted to see you, Sabrina. I, um...I wanted to tell you something.” Svetlana’s smile grew into a friendly beam. Sabrina regarded her warmth with suspicion, all too aware that there was probably a leer lying just below the surface. Rather slowly, she mumbled “Tell me what?” Svetlana grinned, raising a hand to her face. She gave her thumbnail a light nibble, then bluntly said “I’ve wanted to fool around with you, again, ever since the orgy we all had. I’ve been dying to see what you’ve got hidden away, but Max has been taking his sweet time setting up a time for us. I figured I’d go right to you and see what you think. So?”

Sabrina raised her eyebrows, but a split-second later, they furrowed right back down. Narrowing her eyes, she muttered out “So, what, making me look like an idiot in front of the others about the Magicka thing was just sexual frustration, or something? I haven’t forgotten that, you know.” Svetlana gave a little shrug, rolling her eyes in the most non-offensive way she could manage. “You could call it that, if you want. It’s Max’s fault, really. I haven’t made any secret to him about wanting some privacy with you, again.” Sabrina half puckered her lips and half curled her lip up. Glancing skyward, she gave a little shake with her head. “Well, that’s just great, Lana. If you don’t mind, though, I was in the middle of something important before you called me over here, so I think I’ll just forget this ever happened and get back to my work, if you don’t mind too much. I’ll just hold on to the vial and give it back to Max, the next time I see him.”

As Sabrina turned around, Svetlana blurted out “Aren’t you getting tired of him never using lotion?” Sabrina froze, then quickly looked back over his shoulder. Svetlana’s sweet smile suddenly didn’t seem so warm or friendly, anymore. Beginning to grin, she slowly said “I know you and Maximus are sleeping together. It’s not really any big secret. I know he doesn’t use lotion, either. Doesn’t that feel uncomfortable? Isn’t it painful?” Sabrina quickly turned back around, face turning pink with anger and embarrassment. She hastily tried to stammer her way through a denial, but it was quite pointless against the priestess. Svetlana spared her the embarrassment with a genuine reassurance. Grinning, she said “Don’t worry, I think it’s actually pretty sexy. I guess we’re both a little perverted, huh? But, I’ve got good news for you. The last time I visited the Temple of Dibella, I picked up a bit of salve the sisters sometimes pass out as marital aids. You can have it, if you’d like.”

Sabrina blinked. The very concept of lotion had become intrinsically linked with her fantasies, and having it so near her grasp started turning her face even more flush. Svetlana grinned at her. Oh, she had her, now. Stepping off to the side, she picked something up from the ground, just behind a nearby tree. Walking back over, she presented a small glass jar with both hands, the interior of which was filled with an unusual off-blue substance. She held it out for Sabrina to take, offering her a rather humiliating choice. Sabrina nibbled on her bottom lip, staring at the jar with eyes clouded over in lust. She could take the lotion and admit she bent over enough for lube to be a concern, or refuse it and deal with Maximus going in dry, again, and leaving her with a limp. Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t.

The red in Sabrina’s face steadily grew more noticeable. She glanced up at Svetlana’s face, which was still plastered with a decidedly mocking smile. She looked down at the jar, an acutely uncomfortable expression growing on her face. The priestess seemed all too amused by this situation, something made worse by Sabrina’s certainty that, if pressed, Svetlana would claim only innocent amusement. The dark glee Sabrina sensed was a bit too close to a direct attempt at humiliation, for that. Of course, Sabrina couldn’t exactly single Svetlana out for that behaviour. Maximus had started bedding her by pushing her over her table and sodomizing her with a laugh, something he had never really stopped doing.

It was only when she had started to admit her enjoyment that his attitude had taken a more amiable approach. To be fair, getting a meat spear up your tailpipe could’ve been considered duress, but that simple concession had turned his attitude from something degrading along the lines of “Why’re you getting hard from cock in your ass, fang-face? You call yourself a man?” to something a little more positive. At least now, Maximus didn’t make a concerted effort to crush her ego. Maybe Svetlana would be the same? Sabrina briefly gave her bottom lip another nibble with a fang, then shot out a hand, abruptly trying to snatch the jar from Svetlana’s hands. Svetlana grinned and pulled the jar back, teasingly chastising her with a tut-tut-tutting.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast! When he called you his Anal Queen, I thought he was kidding. Stop thinking with your ass, huh? If you want this, you’ll have to do a little something for me, first. Think with your man meat, for once. I’ve got needs too, you know.” Sabrina momentarily tensed, and then her whole face went about as red as it could get. Just how much had Maximus blabbed? Hearing Maximus’ little sex nickname from someone other than the creator almost kicked the legs out from under Sabrina. After several seconds of silence, it became amply clear that Sabrina wasn’t going to find her voice, any time soon. Svetlana took it upon herself to lay out her first demand, anyway. Letting go of the jar with one hand, she twirled a finger around at Sabrina, grinning as she told her to undress.

Sabrina quietly sighed. She had no idea how she gotten into this hole, but she knew she’d have to screw her way out of it. A truer double meaning, there never was. Fighting herself every step of the way, she leaned over, lightly dropping the vial to the ground. Standing back upright, she grabbed her shirt, trying not to grimace as she pulled it over her head. Svetlana grinned as Sabrina’s mountains of breast flesh came tumbling out of her shirt, each pale, head-sized globe bouncing free for ogling and fondling. Sabrina dropped her shirt by her vial, glancing at the priestess as her hands went for her skirt.

Svetlana’s eyes were locked on Sabrina’s big, pink areolae, darting back and forth between the vampire’s cherry-sized nipples. If she weren’t so intent on using the submissive vampire like an overgrown sex toy, she might’ve sat in her lap and given those stiff nubs a suckle or two. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to give those giants a fondle...With that in mind, Svetlana carefully put the lotion jar under an arm, then stepped closer to Sabrina. Without invitation, she just dropped her hands over Sabrina’s mounds, giggling when she saw how puny her hands were, in comparison. Sabrina briefly winced at the rough touch, but never told Svetlana to stop, even after her massaging had gone on for several minutes.

When Svetlana grinned and pinched Sabrina’s nipples, she screwed her eyes shut and grimaced. A gasp sucked between her lips when Svetlana lightly pulled, roughly tweaking the pebble-like nipples for a couple moments. Sabrina tried to endure, but she eventually pulled her skirt down, throwing it down her legs. She was desperate for relief, but she couldn’t speak in more than a murmur as she pleaded. “Please, that hurts, Lana!...Look, I’m down to my panties, l-look!” Svetlana chortled, grinning wickedly to herself. Finally, she let go of Sabrina’s abused nipples, turning her attention elsewhere. Sabrina sighed with relief, but judging by how her nipples were now standing as hard as diamonds, it’d be pretty difficult for her to say she hadn’t enjoyed it.

Svetlana took a step back, looking Sabrina up and down. She lost her grin, and her face started to go flush. There she was, finally, in all her voluptuous, undead glory. Tingles started warming Svetlana up as she let her eyes roam up and down. Sabrina, long black hair in a curtain behind her, red eyes practically lit up in the dark, had a constant look of discomfort on her beautiful face. Her skin was flawless, silky smooth from head to toe, inviting one to let their caresses explore every inch of taboo vampiric territory. She may have been cool to the touch, but a body that perfect promised some rather heavenly cuddles, to say the very least. Ignoring the space just between her hips and thighs, she could’ve been a seductress out of legend. Having an apple-sized bulge in her panties did absolutely nothing to make her less beautiful, but it made the idea of quietly seducing kings and emperors a bit hard to fathom, nonetheless.

Slender shoulders, massive pillows, a narrow waist, and wide hips gave her an extremely defined hourglass figure, so much so that, if Svetlana was being honest with herself, she was even a little envious. Seeing that body dressed up so sensually only turned her on even more, but Svetlana knew she could make Sabrina all the more irresistible. The black boots matched the stockings, and the ruffled pink panties were pretty sexy, despite standing out. Still, a matching pink bra for those giant blessings would make for some symmetry. If Sabrina made complaints about her feminizing going too far, Svetlana could always fall back on the argument that a bra would give her some support and relief. Then, Svetlana could paint Sabrina’s nails, teach her the ins and outs of makeup, help style her hair, and...Oh! What a wonderful idea!

Svetlana grinned even more, face red like a cherry as she glanced around. Sabrina watched her with confusion as she darted off to the side, moving for a nearby patch of mountain flowers. She raised an eyebrow as Svetlana plucked a blue one, then hurried back to the vampire’s side. She stayed still as the grinning priestess came up close to her, slipping the flower into her hair until the stem was invisible and the petals were sitting just above her left ear. Svetlana tittered, casually commenting “There...A nice little touch. Put flowers in your hair, Max will love that. Now, drop your panties. Let’s get to the meat of the situation, huh? Heh heh heh...” Sabrina sighed. Hooking her thumbs under the strings of her underwear, she momentarily leaned over as she pulled it down her thighs, lifting one foot at a time until she had freed herself of the undergarment. She dropped the frilly panties off to the side, and stood back up straight.

Svetlana’s eyes noticeably widened, despite her attempt to stifle the reaction. True, Maximus was bigger, but Sabrina had a pretty fat piece of timber nonetheless, and the hefty roots could’ve filled Svetlana’s hand like a crystal ball. Svetlana momentarily narrowed her eyes. She could’ve sworn her vision was playing tricks on her, but did Sabrina’s undercarriage look a little discoloured? She must’ve been pretty pent up, then. A blue tinge typically meant the spunk factories had been working overtime for a while, and all without a drop of release. From what she had learned in the temple, it was a pretty uncomfortable condition. Svetlana’s smile suddenly took on a sympathetic tone. She stepped so close to Sabrina that she could smell the flowery scent of her skin, coming just outside kissing distance. She brought a hand up between Sabrina’s thighs and cupped her orbs as gently as she could, but even that light touch made Sabrina wince.

“P-Please, be careful...They’re pretty tender, right now. I haven’t been able to get off, in a few days.”

Svetlana raised an eyebrow. “Why not? You’ve got hands. Just milk yourself.”

Sabrina’s eyes drifted off to the side. In an embarrassed mumble, she said “...I try not to play with myself, anymore. Maximus gave me a masturbation ban, some time ago. Admittedly, he hasn’t tried to enforce it ever since then, but...Better safe than sorry, I guess.” Svetlana gave a wink. Grinning, she rolled Sabrina’s bloated orbs around in her palm, compassionately cooing “Ah, I see...Well, we’ll fix that, right here and now. I guess you needed me a little more than you first thought, huh?” Sabrina’s nose quivered, as if she were just barely resisting the urge to curl her lip up in Svetlana’s face. With a hint of defiance, she muttered “Well...Even if I have to get off, it doesn’t mean I’m actually in the mood. See? I’m not even at half-mast.”

Svetlana chuckled. She let go of Sabrina’s sloshing undercarriage and took a step back, beginning to pull off her robe. “Well, I guess you have a point, there. But, that’s easy enough to fix, too.” Once her robe had gone up and over her head, she gave Sabrina friendly grin, tossing it aside to join the growing pile of clothing. “Here, let me start by getting naked, so you can get a nice look at me. Now, we get the lotion...” Sabrina’s eyebrows subtly arched. She nervously swallowed as Svetlana bent over in front of her, grabbing the lotion jar. Svetlana held it up with an coy smile, sashaying her way to Sabrina’s side. Making a show of pulling off the lid, Svetlana casually said “Now, we get some on my fingers...Then, you spread your cheeks wiiide open...”

Sabrina gave an apprehensive whimper. Her training with Maximus shone through her actions, however. With almost zero hesitation, Sabrina bent over a little, arching her back to stick out her delicious derriere. She reached back and planted her hands over her thick cushions, sinking her fingers in before parting herself. Svetlana sighed at the sight of Sabrina’s rosebud, winking hungrily at her with her bulging stones hanging heavy just below. Svetlana gave Sabrina a soft pat on the rump, then said “Now, we get you hard...You may know more about Magicka than I do, Sabrina, but don’t ever think you know more about the body than I do. Even an asexual saint would be putty in my hands...”

Sabrina tried to respond, but then two slimy fingertips met her pucker. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth, fully expecting to deal with the same rough, insistent entry she had grown accustomed to. Instead, she could only give a little gasp when Svetlana’s fingers slid in. With even the mildest of pressure, her lock had come undone, and two keys were sliding around across her tumblers. If anything, that just humiliated her further, making her give a dry little sob as arousal veritably exploded throughout her. Svetlana grinned, trying not to chuckle as Sabrina’s lump of a prostate swelled up under her fingers, practically quivering with sensitivity as she sawed her fingers back and forth across it. In a little under fifteen seconds, Sabrina was as hard as steel, manhood proudly jutting up from her groin like a soldier ready for battle.

Svetlana sighed contentedly and slipped her fingers free. Lazily, he wiped off the remaining lotion on her fingers between Sabrina’s cheeks, leaving her with a sticky feeling across her love hole. Briefly sucking her teeth, she stepped back around Sabrina, commenting “There, much better. Isn’t it funny how easy you can manipulate the body into doing what you want? If you know where to touch, it’s practically child’s play. That hard-on probably won’t go away for a good hour, now. Why don’t you...I don’t know...Give it a few tugs?” Sabrina hung her head down as she stood up straight, trying to ignore how the slippery feeling between her cheeks made her balls ache with need.

Svetlana grinned and nodded encouragingly, cooing out “Go on, give it a nice massage, for me. I won’t tell Max if you don’t. Come on, I know you wanna stroke it.” Sabrina didn’t react for several seconds. Eventually, one her hands drifted for her veiny pole. “Ah ah ah,” Svetlana chastised, grinning playfully. Sabrina paused, looking up with confusion. Svetlana gave a wink. “Two-hand that beast. Pump it with both.” Sabrina fidgeted uncomfortably, unintentionally sliding her cheeks against one another. “F...For how long?” Svetlana tittered. Slowly rolling her eyes in an exaggerated display of thought, she slowly said “Ohhh, how about...Let’s say...Until you start leaking pre? Milk out a nice dollop of sap, and then we’ll move on to something a little more...Intense.”

Sabrina didn’t need clarification, on that one. Under her breath, she mumbled “...That won’t take long...” Looking down at herself, she slowly wrapped both hands around her girthy shaft, which didn’t leave her with much room to pump. Both hands together covered her from her base to just beneath her bulbous tip, but after a little sigh to steady herself, she started tugging hard, massaging her meat hard enough to make her hefty orbs sway around. Svetlana grinned, her breathing quickly turning husky. The wet shimmer beginning to spread down the inside of her left thigh was all the proof Sabrina needed that the priestess was enjoying the show, and while that did put some embarrassed butterflies in her stomach, it didn’t make her any more eager to chug along and tug away.

After a few moments, Svetlana put her hands to her hips and tilted her head to the side. “So, tell me...Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to do with Max? Is there anything, um...Anything you wanna do that he doesn’t let you?” Sabrina’s answer was leagues away from what Svetlana was expecting and hoping for. Sabrina, still jerking her hands back and forth, quietly admitted her ultimate fantasy in a small, suppressed voice. “Well...I’ve always wanted to kiss him, but...” Svetlana’s brow sank in disbelief. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped a foot against the grass. “Seriously? A kiss? What are you, ten years old? How hard is it to kiss someone? I kiss him all the time! Just lean in and do it!”

One corner of Sabrina’s mouth flickered up, for a moment. Her eyes drifted away from Sabrina. In a noticeably dejected voice, she mumbled “I tried, once...He pulled away. I haven’t had the courage, ever since...” Svetlana almost blurted something out, but quickly realized that mocking Sabrina’s fantasy would just hurt her feelings. She tried to be soft about it, but her advice was rather firm, all the same. “So what? You can’t let that stop you. Maybe he didn’t know you wanted to kiss him. Try again, and if he pulls away, make sure you let him know what you want. You do have fangs, after all. I’d call it a safe bet that you won’t be able to expect any tongue.” Sabrina lightly shrugged. Her voice shrinking again, she quietly said “Well...You could be right...I, uuhng...I have to wonder if it’s because...Um, never mind, I don’t wanna talk about it...”

Svetlana was about to press for more when Sabrina gave her a little smile and murmured out “I’m starting to dribble, here...Are we done, now?” Svetlana narrowed an eye, but let the change of subject slide. After all, with the debasement out of the way and Sabrina suitably brought down a few pegs, it was finally time for Svetlana to get involved, too. The sheer excitement made her giggle, a big grin on her face as her eyes fell to Sabrina’s pole. The sparkle of pre-cum in the moonlight always got her heart pounding, and this was no exception. Openly brushing her hands across her breasts, she confidently commanded “Alright, my little plaything...You’ve been doing a good job so far, but we’re not quite done, just yet. You’re gonna be my slut for the next...Oh, let’s say hour. We’ve gotta drain those balls, right? I just have three little rules that you better follow, if you know what’s good for you...”

Sabrina sighed and let go of her tool. Rules? Oh, this kind of thing was never good. Svetlana’s inner dominatrix started oozing to the surface a little more prominently. Her brow sinking deep, she sharply said “Sigh like that again, and I won’t even let you in my snatch. I’ll just stretch you out until I can put my fist in you.” The threat made Sabrina tense up. Svetlana grinned. Pointing a finger at the ground, she firmly said “Good, I’m glad I have your attention. You’ll call me “mistress” from here on out, slut. First rule...When I give you an order, you do it, no exceptions, and you always answer with “Yes, mistress!” Second rule...You keep your hands to yourself. I’m in charge, now.”

Svetlana let out a narcissistic little chuckle. “Oh hoh, I know you wanna grope me until the cows come home, but you’ll have to learn patience! Third...You can’t cum until I tell you so. You don’t cum early, and you don’t cum late...You do it right when I say so, and only when I say so. Oh, you can ask for permission whenever you want, don’t worry about that...That doesn’t mean I’m gonna say yes, though. Failing to obey any of the rules, but especially the third, will result in...Severe consequences.” Svetlana’s grin took on a bit of a sadistic twist. Sabrina nervously nibbled on a lip and lightly wrung her hands, wondering just what sort of sexual torture she had gotten herself into, this time.

Maximus was one thing, but Svetlana...Her idea of control was a little less physical. When Svetlana pointed at the ground a little more firmly, Sabrina obediently complied, listening as Svetlana gave a smug chortle. “Maybe if you can make me cum enough times, I’ll give you some tips on how to make Max like you, more. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’ve got some fantastic curves, but you could use some tips on how to act and dress more femininely...” Sabrina’s pole gave a great twitch as she laid down on her back, but her lower lip started quivering in embarrassment. A soft protest was all she could manage.

“M-Max won’t be okay with this, you know...!” Svetlana chuckled and gave a dismissive wave with her hand. “What Max doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Like I said, if you don’t tell, then I won’t...You think he’d like to hear that his pet vampire fooled around with his favourite priestess? You’d be in even hotter water than me. No, let’s just keep this between us, huh?...Easier that way.” Sabrina faintly grimaced, watching as Svetlana walked over her, putting her feet on either side of Sabrina’s abdomen. As she started easing herself down to her knees, she reached down and pointed Sabrina’s length upwards, aiming the turgid pleaser at herself. Sabrina whined as her tip met the glistening ridge, slowly easing in bit by bit, further and further, as the priestess sat down.

She reached out for Svetlana’s hips, either to pull her down and moan about it, or push her away before her unholy lance could get swallowed up in the priestess’ hungry warmth. Svetlana halted her progress and swatted Sabrina’s hands away, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “Ah ah ah, slut. Don’t want to break the second rule, do you? Stretch your arms out over your head. You can just lie there and take the riding, for all I care.” Sabrina whined, but answered with a meek “Yes, mistress” before reaching her arms up past her head, leaving herself completely open to Svetlana’s abuse. Svetlana gave her a pat on the bosom for her compliance, then resumed lowering herself. She sighed when Sabrina’s tip pushed deeper between her lips, and after a moment of guidance, into the entrance of her love tunnel.

The warmth of Svetlana’s juices, the heat and spreading constriction of her walls, made Sabrina shut her eyes tight. She gave a light tremble of ecstasy, curling her toes hard for a few moments before relaxing. Svetlana briefly made an “0" with her lips, her eyes momentarily closing before fluttering back open. She grinned excitedly, chuckling as she sank herself down inch after inch until she was finally sitting over Sabrina’s loins. Putting her hands over Sabrina’s enormous breasts, feeling the globes quiver with each of her shaky breaths, she teasingly said “There, see? Isn’t it nice, sinking into a pussy? Feels so good, huh? I bet you’ve missed it, you’re twitching like crazy, hee hee. It’s okay to like getting it up the ass, Sabrina...Really, it’s alright! But, tonight, I’m gonna reacquaint you with what it’s like to stick it in, hah hah...”

Sabrina snuffled at the humiliation, but that quickly turned into a suppressed moan once Svetlana started rocking her hips up and down. Svetlana, still holding Sabrina by the breasts, gave a twist with her hips at the pitiful sounds Sabrina was making. Grinning with a growing sense of sadism, she muttered out “Yeah, I knew you’d like it. I knew you wanted me, too. Getting your ass stretched is only so satisfying, right? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. What do you say, slut?” Sabrina opened her eyes, tearfully looking down, watching Svetlana bounce herself over the vampire’s oft-neglected manhood. Her voice cracking, she groaned out “Th-Thank you, mistress!” Svetlana chuckled and gave Sabrina’s chest a few honks, as encouragement.

Still, she decided a bit more abasement was in order. This wouldn’t be much fun if Sabrina wasn’t suitably broken in, after all. Lazily, and openly unimpressed, she said “Mmf, I have to say, you’ve got a good size to you...Of course, Max is better in just about every way. He’s longer, thicker, and probably lasts a lot longer than you, too. Probably even spurts more, too!” She sighed in disappointment, then added “Yeah...You’re so-so. I’ve had bigger. You’re not small, but...Eh, you don’t impress me. You probably just wanna stick it in my ass like a perv, anyway. I guess you’ll just have to do, though, huh?”

Sabrina whimpered as Svetlana clenched down on her, squeezing her walls as tight as she could. Very weakly, she whined out “Come on, y...You don’t have to say that kind of stuff...” Svetlana smiled condescendingly and nodded. “Oh, yes I do...Here. Suck on your nipple. I can feel this thing poking my palm like a rock, it could do with some attention.” Before Sabrina could react, Svetlana had grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her up. She pushed up Sabrina’s right breast, jabbing her pink cherry of a nipple into her face, almost forcing her to wrap her lips around herself. Still rocking herself up and down Sabrina’s length, Svetlana watched with glee as Sabrina gave in and did as she commanded. Wrapping her lips around her own areola, she ran her long tongue around, the tip of which slid around past her lips. Once she was nice and slick, she started suckling, nursing from herself like an irrepressible harlot.

Imagine Svetlana’s surprise when Sabrina pulled herself back with a pop, looked up like a lost puppy, and timidly asked if she could cum. Svetlana frowned and stopped bouncing. “What?! Of course not! We haven’t even been going for five minutes, you damn quickshot!” Sabrina winced at the insult, her bottom lip beginning to tremble anew. Svetlana reached over to the side and found Sabrina’s panties, grabbing them before plunging her arms behind herself. Bringing the panties down to Sabrina’s bloated undercarriage, she made the vampire gasp when she cinched her orbs, using the panties to tie a tight bow around her orbs. Sabrina twitched uncomfortably, whimpering uncomfortably.

“My balls! Th-They’re tingling! Please, take it off!” “Not a chance. I guess all that time you’ve spent getting familiar with what a stretched ass feels like has made your cock a bit sensitive, huh? What a joke. Maybe if I play with your ass like Max does, you won’t finish so fast, huh?” Sabrina’s eyes opened wide. Svetlana reached a little further down with one hand, shifting her fingers beneath the vampire’s tender, tied-up orbs. “No no no n- Hnngh!!” Sabrina screwed her eyes shut tight as Svetlana’s arm gave a lunge behind herself. When three fingers forced their way into Sabrina’s backdoor and gave her prostate a hard poke, the reaction was instant. Sabrina’s stomach tightened. Her legs gave a little kick. Her jaw fell in a tremble, her head tilted back, and she let loose the most pathetic, high-pitched series of whimpers Svetlana had ever heard.

Of course, a moment later, she felt the dull thud somewhere deep inside herself, and the bloom of heat rapidly building up to noticeable levels. Svetlana’s eyes flashed with anger. Sabrina yowled when Svetlana mercilessly curled her fingers back and forth, pummelling Sabrina’s sensitive love-lump until her knees were drawing together. She started bouncing as hard as she could, smacking her bouncy cheeks against Sabrina’s thighs, in the process. “Damn it, what did I tell you? What did I tell you?! I said, no cumming without permission! I certainly didn’t say you could pop inside!” Sabrina sniffled, crocodile tears making her mascara run as she blubbered out “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!”

Svetlana shook her head. “No, you’re not sorry, yet. You will be, though, when I’m through with you...” Svetlana slid her greased fingers back out of her temporary toy, but didn’t stop bouncing until she was sure she had forced out every last drop. Only then did she finally move, pulling herself up off of the panting Sabrina. Sabrina felt Svetlana move around, but she was too fatigued to watch her. When a droplet hit her face and the scent of quim went up her nostrils, however, her eyes opened a crack. She mewled for mercy, but Svetlana quickly silenced her as she sat back down. Sabrina closed her eyes as Svetlana gave her slobbering kiss on the lips, smothering the rest of her face with her squishy cheeks. Sabrina’s face had been reduced to a seat.

Svetlana grinned from ear to ear, sounding quite vexed as she muttered out “You ungrateful little slut! I give you three simple rules, and you can’t even follow them! I give you pristine pussy to lose yourself in, and you blow your load at the drop of a hat! Well, I guess real fucking is just too much for you to handle, huh? Fine! Wasting my time, why I awtta...I’m not done milking you, yet! You can eat my pie, which you so rudely filled with cream, until I finally get mine!” Sabrina reached up for Svetlana, but when she barked out “Remember the second rule!,” Sabrina dropped her arms back to her sides. Svetlana started to snarl in determination, leaning over until she could grab Sabrina’s rod with both hands, angrily squeezing her tight in both fists. Using her own fem-juice for lube, she started pumping her hands as roughly as she could, laughing as she watched Sabrina’s cinched undercarriage bounce around between her thighs.

Sabrina fidgeted beneath her, no doubt tortured by the brutal disregard for her refractory period. Her legs started quivering and kicking around until, like a dog in heat, she started mindlessly humping the air, pumping her hips against Svetlana’s hands. This made Svetlana freeze up entirely and order Sabrina to get licking, which she reluctantly did. Svetlana threw her head back and half moaned and half laughed, positively loving the feeling of Sabrina licking the hot cum from her lips as it dribbled back out. Svetlana rewarded her by pumping her fists like a piston, stroking across Sabrina’s pole until she stopped licking, a clear sign that she was seconds from finishing. Svetlana punished her by stroking until the vampire was just beyond the point of no return, and then completely pulled her hands away.

Sabrina practically screamed. Svetlana just grinned and planted her hands down over Sabrina’s breasts, watching her hump the air in a desperate bid to salvage her orgasm. It was no use, of course; in a second or two, she numbly poured forth, cock swinging around as it spurted helplessly into the air, splashing her thighs and tummy with a few streamers of white. Slowly, Sabrina’s humping stopped, her entire manhood twitching with her heartbeat. Rather coldly, Svetlana muttered “That’s for stopping your licking. Let’s not be unfair, Sabrina.” Svetlana could barely feel Sabrina sob, her panting body almost throbbing beneath her. With a grin, Svetlana added “Of course, I’m a merciful mistress, so I think I’ll jerk you off, again...As many times as it takes until nothing comes out, anymore. If that’s too hard for you to manage, I’ll finger your ass, while I’m at it...”

A few slow claps sounded out. “Mistress, eh? Of my vampire?” Svetlana tensed up, her eyes widening. Uh oh. She quickly looked over her shoulder. There stood Maximus, and judging by the smile on his face, he wasn’t very impressed. Sabrina sobbed again, but this time with relief. Finally, he had come to her rescue! He could save her from the cruel grasp of this malicious woman! Svetlana stammered out “Uh, eh heh, Maximus, um...This isn’t what it looks like! She came on to me, first! I had to punish her!” Maximus smiled and narrowed his eyes at her pathetic attempt to lie. “Bull. Her vial’s missing from the supply pack, and I’ve gotten her a bit too obsessed with cock for her to just fool around with you, out of nowhere. Sorry to say, Svetlana, but you’re mistress of nobody. You’re gonna have to be punished for this little stunt.” Svetlana subtly swallowed some saliva. She gave a little peep as Maximus started closing in, his smile growing into a wide grin...
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