Dawn Gravielle

The masque itself was fantastic. The vibrancy the common folk gave to an usually noble event was uncanny. It was contagious beyond the palace, it was in the very streets of the capital.

While Nathan and you dressed the part of the moon and a trailing star, you kept your distance from the celebrations. The glowing magelight seems just an expensive addition to the costume, and the paralysing claws are almost invisible under so many covers. Nathan has a tremendous accuracy in locating which of the dressed, and together you did much to thraw the Dark Knight´s plans.

Rebecca was closest to the Queen, somehow already gaining her confidence. The two chatted amiably, almost seemly talking about matters of state and grave urgency. Amanda and Anne werent that far, both flirting and mingling with ease.

From the balcony Nathan noticed another hooded figure, and by the bulge under his cloak this one likely carried a bow or similar weapon. There was no time to waste, Nathan chased after him, leaving you alone behind.

Alone, but not for long. a gallant man, broad and tall, soon approached you. "what a sight... let the fools pine for the moon, I just found the most lovely star in the night sky" You are about to dismiss him, but something get your tongue. Something in his dark grey eyes, a flicker of evil. A touch from his hand, you had never felt so much **** in one person. Each of his victims come screaming at your ears, and you swoon from your feet, into his waiting arms.

The musk of **** is overbearing, intoxicating. His wards crumble the puny spells you were holding, and the struggles to free yourself are post poned just for a while longer. Your mind twirl around his various, unmistakably evil misdeeds, and try to ignore the growing arousal deep within your pussy.

"I never imagined one so beautiful could still be untouched" He whispers in your ear, as if a lovers confession. "I almost regret not savoring you properly, but time urges" His tongue is unoposed, his presence is domineering. Tears form and run down, but you can barely say for whom you are crying for.

He doesnt turn you, he doesnt take you to a bed. You feel your body pressed on the wall, and you instinctly spread your legs slightly. His hands travel under your tight, and hold you against his hip, lifting you as if you were light as a feather. Your panicked heart flutters like humming bird wings, his cock is poised at your cunts entrance.

You are a woman. Dawn Gravielle, you let go a moan that erases all other concerns as his dick pierce your maidenhead, the useless thing forever gone. As you arche your spine, your clitoris move just so his pelvic bone presses against it with each trust, and you cry in pain and pleasure.

He is entoning words of power as he plow your clenching cunt, ignoring the blood splattered mess he is undoubtedly making. The pain is hot, scortching, and only gradually becoming a warm, wonderful heat that spreads from your bucking pelvis into your quaking belly. You cling to his scultural chest out of instinct, moaning obscenities as he thrust time and again, burying his throbbing cock to the hilt.

From the peak of your passion, it is infuriating how he can remain so smug while driving you wild, and begin to struggle back, trying to squeeze control from his manly weapon. While at first you felt like merely a victim to his whims, the more you grow on your passionate love making, the more you feel his equal, and the harder for him to maintain control.

Your satisfaction comes as his climax fills your waiting pussy, hot thick seed gushing inside your shivering body. He doesn't deny your last kiss.

Panic spreads among the gathering as the fabled Gargoyles take life, stone body making an impenetrable armor against the guards feeble attempt to stop them.